How Soft the Raisin, Son
by Deadman Turner
How Soft the Raisin, Son
There is a house (beneath the waves)
I must confess I love word play;
I ken a man who keeps pet lice
I know a rodent full of pep
A Prussian junker changed his ways,
A convent-worker told me once
I should not hestitate to joke
© 2007
You may play herewith an mp3 file [4.9 MB] of an instrumental demo version of this traditional song (with words by Informal), arranged and performed by Deadman Turner, whereto you may (if you wish) sing the words below or, of course, any other lyrics of your choosing.
You may also play herewith another mp3 file [4.9 MB] of the second stage of this song, with vocals by Matt Duane Griffin:
A demonstration version of the third stage, with lead guitar added, is available here; and another version will be available on this page soon. A fully finished version will be available on CD (should all go well) by July, 2007.
whose name you may well know;
but don't expect to find much sense
in verses here below.
conceits I shall not shun;
and ever value on my way
the nous to devise a pun.
and loves his pubic one;
he keeps it in fresh bread-roll dough:
his louse of the rising bun.
who lives to jog for fun;
he ever measures every step:
the mouse of the sizing run.
and utilized his gun
to win the freedom of some drunk:
a souse of the prizing hun.
just how his wife was won;
his abbess had proclaimed his want:
that spouse-advertising nun.
or analyse a pun;
for just an ordinary bloke,
the hows and the whys are done.
The hows and the whys are done.
last updated: 23 April 2007