From: Mark Theriault (mbt@ug.cs.dal.ca)

I awoke with the feeling that there is not enough fine culture posted in this group. I will attempt to fix this by posting the lyrics to a song that is a perenial favorite around our house when the relatives come over for a visit.

"The Apple Strudel Man"


as performed by The Jolly Tamborine Man.

[spoken]
"Is there any apple strudel?"
"Stuart, you know your sister doesn't like apple strudel"
[end spoken bit]

And now it's time for,
The Apple Strudel Man.

My mother wasn't Stalin.
My dad wasn't Hotha.
My mom didn't club six million seals,
Instead she played mini-golf.

And now it's time for,
The Apple Strudel Man.

He was a real bad guy.
So bad, not even the FBI could stop him.
My mother wasn't Caeser.
My dad wasn't Brutus.
My mom didn't club six million seals.
Instead she played mini-golf.

And now it's time for,
The Apple Strudel Man.

Let me tell you just how evil he is.
The other day I was on Queen Street.
And I saw a Salvation Army working there.
Coming along.
The Apple Strudel Man was there too.
In his bakery truck.
He waited for them to get to the crosswalk,
Then, BAM!
That was it for them.
It was a mess.

And now it's time for,
The Apple Strudel Man.

You'd better listen to me,
Or you might not live to regret it.

This is a great one to teach the kiddies for those late nights around Christmas when your clustered around the fireplace roasting walnuts and marshmellows...

ps. I am not, nor have I a wish to be, connected to either the writers, performers, or producers of this song. All compliments will be forwarded. All hate mail will be endorsed and then forwarded...

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