I'm sure you're all aware that this week is national gall

Bladder week and so as sort of an educational feature at

This point i thought i would acquaint you with some of the

Results of my recent researches into the career of the late

Doctor samuel gall inventor of the gall bladder which

With certainly ranks as one of the more important technological

Advances since the invention of the joy buzzer and the dribble

Glass

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Dr gall's faith in his invention was so dramatically vindicated

Last year as you no doubt recall when for the first time

In history in a nationwide poll the gall bladder was voted

Among the top ten organs

His educational career began interestingly enough in

Agricultural school where he majored in animal husbandry

Until they caught him at it one day

Whereupon whereupon he switched

To the field of medicine in which field he also won renown as

The inventor of gargling which prior to that time had been

Practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the andes who

Passed the secret down from father to son as part of their

Oral tradition

He soon became a specialist specializing in diseases of the

Rich he was therefore able to retire at an early age

To the land we all dream about sunny mexico of course

The last part of which is completely irrelevant as was the

Whole thing i guess except it's a rather sneaky way of

Getting into this next type of popular song which is one

Of those things about that magic and romantic land south of

The border

When it's fiesta time in guadalajara

Then i long to be back once again

In old mexico

Where we lived for today never giving a thought to tomara

To the strumming of guitars

In a hundred grubby bars

I would whisper te amo

The mariachis would serenade

And they would not shut up till they were paid

We ate we drank and we were merry

And we got typhoid and dysentery

But best of all we went to the plaza de toros

Now whenever i start feeling morose

I revive by recalling that scene

And names like belmonte domingu'in and manolete

If i live to a hundred and eighty

I shall never forget what they mean

For there is surely nothing more beautiful in this

World than the sight of a lone man facing single-handedly

A half a ton of angry pot roast

Out came the matador

Who must have been potted or

Slightly insane but who looked rather bored

Then the picadors of course

Each one on his horse

I shouted olé ev'ry time one was gored

I cheered at the banderilleros' display

As they stuck the bull in their own clever way

For i hadn't had so much fun since the day

My brother's dog rover

Got run over

Rover was killed by a pontiac and it was done

With such grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the

Driver both ears and the tail but i digress

The moment had come

I swallowed my gum

We knew there'd be blood on the sand pretty soon

The crowd held its breath

Hoping that death

Would brighten an otherwise dull afternoon

At last the matador did what we wanted him to

He raised his sword and his aim was true

In that moment of truth i suddenly knew

That someone had stolen my wallet

Now it's fiesta time in akron ohio

But it's back to old guadalajara i'm longing to go

Far away from the strikes of the af of l and cio

How i wish i could get back

To the land of the wetback

And forget the alamo

In old mexico

Olé

In Old Mexico (Live) - Tom Lehrer