Tribute to Humph
Apr. 27th, 2008 02:13 pmHumphrey Lyttelton, presenter of I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue died last week.
I wrote this song last year, and posted it on afp, where it got one response from a non-ISIHAC listener who criticized the rhythm (correctly). I made the adjustments he suggested, but never got round to reposting it. I'm posting it now in memory of one of the most consistently funny people I've heard.
Piano Man
(TTO, well, Piano Man by Billy Joel)
It’s half past six on a Monday night,
A panel game’s going to begin.
There’s an old man in the chairman’s seat,
Looking like he could do with a gin.
There’s a wide range of ludicrous wordplay,
And people making silly sounds,
In the midst of this bumph, the chairman named Humph,
Dreads every musical round.
“Don’t play a song,” Humph begs the piano man,
“Your music’s my personal hell,
“I can’t stand you killing the melody,
“Please don’t play a note, Colin Sell.”
I wrote this song last year, and posted it on afp, where it got one response from a non-ISIHAC listener who criticized the rhythm (correctly). I made the adjustments he suggested, but never got round to reposting it. I'm posting it now in memory of one of the most consistently funny people I've heard.
Piano Man
(TTO, well, Piano Man by Billy Joel)
It’s half past six on a Monday night,
A panel game’s going to begin.
There’s an old man in the chairman’s seat,
Looking like he could do with a gin.
There’s a wide range of ludicrous wordplay,
And people making silly sounds,
In the midst of this bumph, the chairman named Humph,
Dreads every musical round.
“Don’t play a song,” Humph begs the piano man,
“Your music’s my personal hell,
“I can’t stand you killing the melody,
“Please don’t play a note, Colin Sell.”