Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez.
The little white dog on the Victor label
Listens long and hard as he is able.
It’ s all in a day’ s work, whatever plays.
From judgment, it would seem, he has refrained.
He even listens earnestly to Bloch,
Then builds a church upon our acid rock.
He’ s man’ s — no — he’ s the Leiermann’ s best friend,
The farmer's dog leapt over the stile,
his name was little Bingo,
the farmer's dog leapt over the stile,
his name was little Bingo.
B with an I — I with an N,
N with a G — G with an O;
his name was little Bingo:
B—I—N—G—O!
His name was little Bingo.
One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
One man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Two men went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
Two men, one man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Three men went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
Three men, two men, one man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Four men went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
Four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the fishmonger's to buy him some fish,
But when she came back he was licking the dish.
She went to the grocer's to buy him some fruit,
But when she came back he was playing the flute!
So Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
