Parody of “The Hound of the Baskervilles”, words by
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Parody of “The Hound of the Baskervilles”, words by Jane Mailander , music by Brenda Sutton
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Not many folks read in this Iowa town,
And there’s dust on the library floor.
But who’s this new saleswoman coming around,
Selling fantasy books by the score?
She must be corrupting the minds of our youth,
Like girls being slimed by a BEM.
But we’re no reader city; I’ll tell you the truth:
We’re mundane with a capital M !
The day was as perfect as Nature has made;
Every breeze seemed to whisper a song.
The sunshine was beaming a warm serenade
As if nothing could ever go wrong!
The sunrise had touched every leaf with its light,
As it painted the mountainside red.
But that mountainside’s crawling with zombies tonight:
It’s the rosy-dawn day of the dead!
The great wingd horse is a symbol of joy
And of innocent love and romance:
Of the loftiest dreams of each girl and each boy
From the time they are out of short pants.
One day, near a pond, a cigar-chomping dame,
Who thinks ducks can weigh five hundred pounds,
Sees the horse fly in sight of her sure deadly aim
And the dream is flung dead to the ground!
The wicked words flow from Jane Mailander’s pen.
They’ll stick to your music and stain.
If you value your serious lyrics, my friend,
For God’s sake, never sing ’em to Jane!