Fur (Murray the Furrier)

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William Bolcom - Pop

Fur (Murray the Furrier)

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My uncle Murray the furrier Was a big worrier But he's no hurrier Now, not today He's good and retired now Didn't get fired now Fulfills his desires on Half of his pay He eats in the best of dives Although he dines alone He buried two wonderful wives And he still has the princess phone It's the best of all possible lives Owning all that he owns on his own You see, he never took off a lot And used to cough a lot Fur in his craw from hot Days in the store Worked his way up to the top Was the steward of the shop Has a son who is a cop And he is free My uncle Murray the retiree Loves this democracy And says it very emphatic'ly He lives where he wishes When he wants, does the dishes Eats greasy knishes Yessirree! He is free No guilt, no ghost No gift for no host He goes coast to coast Coughing, coughing My uncle Murray the furrier No, no worrier he

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Writers
  • Arnold Weinstein
  • William Bolcom