Parody of “Let the Birds Fly”, words by
Lee Gold
, music by
from `Man of La Mancha'?
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Parody lyrics ©5/29/91 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
He was just a young minstrel who came to our gate,
Seeking shelter in trade for a song.
The sky threatened rain and the hour was late,
And we’d been without music so long!
And he’s not a mere peddler,
He’s not a mere tinker,
He’s surely no brute with a blade.
He’s only a singer, an innocent singer.
Oh, what a wonderful trade!
Who knows what the evening will bring?
Have pity, and let the man sing!
On his shirt he wore swirls of the stars in the sky,
Like the wizards they tell of in tales.
On his wrist was a charm that showed time flashing by,
Which he’d brought from wherever he hails.
But he’s not a magician,
He’s not a spell-caster,
He’s not one with wizardly will.
He’s only a singer, an innocent singer.
Oh, what a fabulous skill!
He’s moved all the chairs in a ring.
Have pity, and let the man sing!
He was bent from the weight of the books in his pack,
So we thought him a hunch-back at first.
He’d sung three hundred songs from the top of his stack,
When our throats began burning with thirst.
But he’s not a poor hunch-back,
He’s not a poor Gypsy,
He’s not a poor swineherd or swab.
He’s only a singer, a very poor singer.
Oh, what a noteworthy job!
To leave would be such a rude thing:
Have pity, and let the man sing!
The hearth-fire flickers its last dying light.
The supper has long since congealed.
We’ll all leave our beds to lie empty tonight,
And the harvest to rot in the field!
And he’s surely a demon!
He’s surely a vampire!
He’s sure from the fair folk at best.
He’s surely no singer, no innocent singer.
Oh, what a treacherous quest!
Exhaustion, oh where is thy sting?
Have pity: don’t let the man sing!