Good lyrics and bad tidings

Juan Non-Volokh has his (belated) Sunday song lyric today, a downer of a ditty by The Police called “On any other day.” Eh. It’s nothing special.

This morning (on satellite radio!) I heard a crazy-funny song called “May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose” by Little Jimmy Dickens:

Well, my laundry man is really on his toes
Found a hundred dollar bill among my clothes
When he called me, I came runnin'
Gave him back his dime for phonin'
And I heard him sayin' as I turned to go:

“May the bird of paradise fly up your nose
May an elephant caress you with his toes
May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose.”

Best bad tidings since Elvis Costello sang: “I wish you luck with a capital F”