Lyrics Burl Ives – The Tenor Doodle–Doo
Text:
At farmer John’s, not far from here
(At farmer John’s, not far from here)
That farmer John’s, not far from here
My daddy bought a chanticleer
The cock he thought he was a dinger
(The cock he thought he was a dinger)
The cock he thought he was a dinger
He wanted to be an opera singer
(He wanted to be an opera singer)
He flew on a tree and perched on a limb
(Flew on a tree and perched on a limb)
He flew on a tree and perched on a limb
And sang an aria from La Boheme
He went to the city by his own choice
(He went to the city by his own choice)
He went to the city by his own choice
To cultivate his tenor voice
(To cultivate his tenor voice)
Oh, he had such a lovely crow
(He had such a lovely crow)
Oh, he had such a lovely crow
He soon got on the radio
(He soon got on the radio)
His songs were good, they all agreed
(His songs were good, they all agreed)
His songs were good, they all agreed
For advertising chicken feed
He sang so loud, his voice got sore
(He sang so loud, his voice got sore)
And that was the end of the great tenor
The moral of this story, I give with a sob
(The moral of this story, I give with a sob)
The moral of this story, I give with a sob
Singing’s not a rooster’s job
(Singing’s not a rooster’s job)
Album
Burl Ives – Burl Ives - Capt. Burl Ives' Ark
