I have a big stack of folk song CD’s I can play, but this is one of the best ones so I play it a lot. I usually try to skip this song (and another one, about rogue nuns breaking in and telling you you’re going to hell when you have sex) when there’s people around. This particular song is about an armadillo with poor eyesight who starts humping an accordion. Here’s a snippet of the lyrics:
“He could picture her head on his pillow.
He loved her the moment he’d seen her,
but he was an armadillo,
and she was a concertina.
You can’t help but feel for the lad though.
How happy poor Arnold would be
if they could make love in the shadows
and no one, but no one, would see.
Alas what he hoped would be
a sweet secret was soured completely
for sex with a concertina
is seldom accomplished discretely.
Picture love as kind of concerto
poor Arnold, his first was unfinished
for what let all who were there know
was a very loud C sharp diminished.”
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