Parody of “The Blacksmith of the Brandywine”, words and music by
Pat and Victoria Garvey
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Parody of “The Blacksmith of the Brandywine”, words and music by Pat and Victoria Garvey
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Note: No first chorus; start with verse.
It was the talk of Brandywine, a sight not to be missed:
A giant of a man who had landed on his can, with a light bulb in his fist.
And piled on him on the ground in tangled disarray,
A score of men who’ll never help again
when their neighbor comes their way.
We helped them up, and brushed them off,
and laughed ’til we were sick.
And it wasn’t far to the local bar, were the beer is dark and thick.
And there we heard their story, which they told with much chagrin:
They’d been overwhelmed by the engineering task
of a light bulb to screw in.
Make it one to hold the bulb, and two to brace his feet,
And six on the ladder should do fine.
Make it twelve, to turn the building clockwise in the street.
That’s how they change the lightbulbs in Brandywine!
In Brandywine there lived a man, right next to the grocery store,
A single lad whose well-lit pad no man could ever love more.
But the light bulb in his living room gave out quite suddenly,
So he went around to the neighbors in his town
to recruit them with his plea.
The village roused, he hurried home with twenty brawny friends.
With twenty-one strong it wouldn’t take long, a burned-out light to mend.
Each man took up his position, and he got a mighty grip.
It’s a sorry sign in Brandywine when you hear your tendons rip.