Sung at the Dead Tongues gig at the IvanFest
\nto the tune of Hoochie Coochie Man
\nGeoff Nunberg<\/p>\n
The gypsy woman told his mama
\nBefore he was born,
\nYou got a boy child’s comin’
\nHe’s gonna be a son of a gun,
\nHe gonna make them linguisticians
\nJump and shout,
\nThen the world gonna know
\nExactly what it\u2019s all about.
\nCause it\u2019s him,
\nEverybody knows it\u2019s him,
\nHe\u2019s the HPSG man
\nEverybody knows it\u2019s him.<\/p>\n
He\u2019s got structures full of features,
\nHe\u2019s got bind and he\u2019s got slash,
\nHe\u2019s got signs and he\u2019s got synsems,
\nHe\u2019s gonna unify your ass,
\nHe can process your construction
\nAny time he gets the urge,
\nBut he don\u2019t do derivation
\nAnd he don\u2019t do move or merge,
\nBut you know it\u2019s him
\nEverybody knows it\u2019s him,
\nHe\u2019s the HPSG man
\nEverybody knows it\u2019s him.<\/p>\n
On the seventh hour
\nOf the seventh day
\nOf the seventh month
\nThe seven provosts say
\nWe gotta get that boy some tenure
\nWe gotta get that boy a chair
\nWe gotta get that boy a glass of wine,
\nLord, we got to keep him here
\nCause it\u2019s him
\nEverybody knows it\u2019s him,
\nHe\u2019s the HPSG man,
\nEverybody knows it\u2019s him.<\/p>\n
Coda:
\nOn the seventh hour
\nOf the seventh day
\nOf the seventh month
\nThe seven provosts say,
\nHe\u2019s a thinker, he\u2019s a lover,
\nAnd this you can tell,
\nHe\u2019s got seven hundred friends here
\nWho have come to wish him well.
\nCause it\u2019s him,
\nEverybody knows it\u2019s him,
\nHe\u2019s the HPSG man,
\nEverybody knows it\u2019s him.<\/p>\n
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Sung at the Dead Tongues gig at the IvanFest to the tune of Hoochie Coochie Man Geoff Nunberg The gypsy woman told his mama Before he was born, You got a boy child’s comin’ He’s gonna be a son of … Continue reading