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Tom Lehrer is 92 today. He famously wrote 37 songs. There is thus a one-to-one relationship between his songs and the almost-equally-brilliant plays of Shakespeare. A thread...
The Masochism Tango: Much Ado about Nothing. Two people tear lumps out of each other while pretending to be Hispanic.
I Hold Your Hand In Mine: Romeo and Juliet. Death cannot stop the kissing.
New Math: Othello. A great arithmetician, I have very poor and unhappy brains.
I Hold Your Hand In Mine: Romeo and Juliet. Death cannot stop the kissing.
New Math: Othello. A great arithmetician, I have very poor and unhappy brains.
I Got It From Agnes: Titus Andronicus. Unfettered by considerations of taste.
My Home Town: Timon of Athens. The people there aren& #39;t so nice after all.
She& #39;s My Girl: As You Like It. An ill-favored thing, sir, but mine own.
My Home Town: Timon of Athens. The people there aren& #39;t so nice after all.
She& #39;s My Girl: As You Like It. An ill-favored thing, sir, but mine own.
The Wild West Is Where I Wanna Be: Cymbeline. Yes, sir, how do I get to Milford Haven?
We Will All Go Together When We Go: Hamlet. He& #39;s dead, Dave, everybody& #39;s dead, everybody is dead, Dave.
National Brotherhood Week: Merchant of Venice. And everybody hates
We Will All Go Together When We Go: Hamlet. He& #39;s dead, Dave, everybody& #39;s dead, everybody is dead, Dave.
National Brotherhood Week: Merchant of Venice. And everybody hates
Pollution: Merry Wives of Windsor. Things get chucked in the river. Hilarity ensues.
(If this doesn& #39;t get my follower count past 50 there is absolutely no justice.)
(If this doesn& #39;t get my follower count past 50 there is absolutely no justice.)
Poisoning Pigeons In The Park: King John. We& #39;ll murder them all amid laughter and merriment.
Oedipus Rex: King Lear. Out, vile jelly.
The Vatican Rag: Midsummer Night& #39;s Dream. They& #39;re my two favourites. Love them both. That& #39;s the link. Happy now?
Oedipus Rex: King Lear. Out, vile jelly.
The Vatican Rag: Midsummer Night& #39;s Dream. They& #39;re my two favourites. Love them both. That& #39;s the link. Happy now?
Lobachevsky: All& #39;s Well That Ends Well. (Opportunity for dodgy Russian accent) Boskos thromuldo boskos!
The Elements: Comedy of Errors. Short, funny, perfect. (Also not entirely original.)
Alma: Henry VIII. Marriage is for life, or until the next one comes along.
The Elements: Comedy of Errors. Short, funny, perfect. (Also not entirely original.)
Alma: Henry VIII. Marriage is for life, or until the next one comes along.
The Wiener Schnitzel Waltz: Measure for Measure. The Vienna one.
When You Are Old And Gray: Taming of the Shrew. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart.
The Old Dope Peddler: Tempest. My high charms work!
When You Are Old And Gray: Taming of the Shrew. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart.
The Old Dope Peddler: Tempest. My high charms work!
A Christmas Carol: Twelfth Night. The long-awaited special seasonal number.
Be Prepared: Antony and Cleopatra. Don& #39;t be anxious, don& #39;t be flustered, don& #39;t be scared.
Be Prepared: Antony and Cleopatra. Don& #39;t be anxious, don& #39;t be flustered, don& #39;t be scared.
It Makes A Fellow Proud To Be A Soldier: Henry IV, Part I. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet.
Send In The Marines: Henry IV, Part II. The undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is called on.
The Irish Ballad: Henry V. The one with an Irishman in it
Send In The Marines: Henry IV, Part II. The undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is called on.
The Irish Ballad: Henry V. The one with an Irishman in it
MLF Lullaby: Henry VI, Part I. Don& #39;t trust your allies.
The Folk Song Army: Henry VI, Part II. #IStandWithCade. I thank you, good people: there shall be no money.
The Hunting Song: Henry VI, Part III. Lots of deaths, not always who you expect.
The Folk Song Army: Henry VI, Part II. #IStandWithCade. I thank you, good people: there shall be no money.
The Hunting Song: Henry VI, Part III. Lots of deaths, not always who you expect.
So Long, Mom: Coriolanus. Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it& #39;s spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.
George Murphy: Richard II. I guess the audience knew who he was.
Wernher Von Braun: Julius Caesar. And Brutus is an honourable man.
George Murphy: Richard II. I guess the audience knew who he was.
Wernher Von Braun: Julius Caesar. And Brutus is an honourable man.
Bright College Days: Love& #39;s Labour& #39;s Lost. A paean to university life. Not one of his best, tbf.
Smut: Macbeth. Your wives, your daughters, your matrons, and your maids could not fill up the cistern of my lust. Yeah, whatever.
Smut: Macbeth. Your wives, your daughters, your matrons, and your maids could not fill up the cistern of my lust. Yeah, whatever.
(The benefits of plague quarantine include King Lear, Newton& #39;s Year of Wonders, and, um, this thread.)
I Wanna Go Back To Dixie: Pericles. Sometimes you just shouldn& #39;t go home.
Whatever Became Of Hubert?: Richard III. He was the future once.
Fight Fiercely, Harvard!: Troilus and Cressida. Fighting, homoeroticism and elaborate courtesy. (Also very forgettable.)
Whatever Became Of Hubert?: Richard III. He was the future once.
Fight Fiercely, Harvard!: Troilus and Cressida. Fighting, homoeroticism and elaborate courtesy. (Also very forgettable.)
In Old Mexico: Two Gentlemen of Verona. No, can& #39;t make this work. Sorry. Something about bullfighting and dogs maybe?
Who& #39;s Next?: Winter& #39;s Tale. Nor this one. Possibly time for an exit...
Who& #39;s Next?: Winter& #39;s Tale. Nor this one. Possibly time for an exit...
Clementine: The Two Noble Kinsmen. Eh? What? Is this one of his? Did he write it? I thought you said there were 37? Can we stop now?
