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Reprinted from Songworm 3
This parody was sung by Leslie Fish on Tapeworm 3

Parody of “The Thousandth Man”, words by Rudyard Kipling , music by Leslie Fish

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Parody lyrics ©1988-11-05 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

One

D-mod song

in a hundred,

B filk

singers say,

En

A chants

you on the first

D-mod hear

C ing

.

D-mod

And it’s

G worth

while listening half of the day,

For the

D-mod chance

of a

C new

one ap

D-mod pear

ing.

A Odds

are about

B nine

ty-

G nine

to

A one

You’ll

D-mod find

yourself

C yawn

ing dis

D-mod creet

ly.

But the hundredth

C song

, when

G once

be

A gun

,

B

A

Will

D-mod hold

your at

C ten

tion

D-mod completely

.

The song may be cheerful, moody, or dark,
Or something there is no name for.
But the hundredth song will hit the mark
The rest of the songs all aim for.

 Odds are about ninety-nine to one
They quickly will go out of fashion.
While the hundredth song has long since won
Your funny bone, heart strings, or passion

It may make you laugh.  It may make you cry
In sadness or out of pleasure.
Stay up and listen ’til dawn draws nigh,
In hopes that you’ll hear such a treasure.

 Odds are about ninety-nine to one,
In meeting room, hallway, or guest room,
That that extra-special song gets done
While you’re on your way ... to the rest room!