Songs that mention eunuchs, I know of one

[tugon (imported)]

Yes it is Musicals day here on my day off and while listening to La Cage aux Folles I was reminded of these lyrics.

Here at La Cage we live life

How should I put it? On an angle

Just take a deep breath, a sip of champagne

Open your eyes and what do you see?

It's rather gaudy but it's also rather grand

And while the waiter pads your check, he'll kiss your hand

The clever gigolos romance the wealthy matrons

At La Cage Aux Folles

It's slightly forties and a little bit new wave

You may be dancing with a girl who needs a shave

Where both the riffraff and the royalty are patrons

At La Cage Aux Folles

La Cage Aux Folles

The Maitre d' is dashing

Cage Aux Folles

The hat check girl is flashing

We import the drinks that you buy

So your Dom Perrier is Canada Dry

Eccentric couples always punctuate the scene

A pair of eunuchs and a nun with a marine

To feel alive you get a Limousine to drive you

To La Cage Aux Folles

It's bad and beautiful, it's bawdy and bizarre

I know a Duchess who got pregnant at the bar

Just who is who and what is what

Is quite a question at La Cage Aux Folles

Go for the mystery, the magic and the mood

Avoid the hustlers and the men's room and the food

For you get glamor and romance and indigestion

At La Cage Aux Folles

La Cage Aux Folles

A San Tropez tradition

Cage Aux Folles

You'll lose each inhibition

All week long we're wondering who

Left a green Givenchy gown in the loo

You go alone to have the evening of your life

You meet your mistress

And your boy-friend and your wife

It's a bonanza, it's a mad extravaganza

At La Cage Aux Folles

La, la, la

La, la, la

La, la, la

You'll be so dazzled by the ambiance you're in

You'll never notice that there's water in the gin

Come for a drink and you may wanna spend the winter

At La Cage Aux Folles

La Cage Aux Folles, a San Tropez tradition

Cage Aux Folles, you'll lose each inhibition

We indulge each change in your mood

Come and sip your Dubonnet in the nude

La, la, la

La, la, la

La, la, la

You go alone to have the evening of your life

You meet your mistress

And your boyfriend and your wife

It's a bonanza, it's a mad extravaganza

At La Cage Aux Folles

You cross the threshold

And your bridges have been burned

The bar is cheering

For the Duchess has returned

The mood's contagious

You can bring your whole

Outrageous entourage

Outrageous entourage

It's hot and hectic

Effervescent and eclectic

At La Cage Aux Folles

[Riverwind (imported)]

Yep, that is called a ditty, as in a cute little ditty, Like Charlotte the Harlot.

River

[JesusA (imported)]

Another choice might be the fine old song No Balls At All. It goes back at least to the American Civil War. Ed Cray, in his book The Erotic Muse, traced its ancestry back to a work by Robert Burns (though with many side excursions along the way). Oscar Brand recorded a bowdlerized version of the song in his Bawdy Songs and Backroom Ballads. The "no balls at all" became "no hips at all."

Here's the best Youtube version I could find on short notice. The visuals are good, but the sound recording is not so great:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVIpYJDJrFs

[Riverwind (imported)]

Yes, I have herd that very song at rendfair, both times I went. I think the same group does Dickens fair and sings the 12 days of Christmas like you have never seen.

River

[Dave (imported)]

Back in college, we called them HUGH's DIRTY DITTIES and they included all sorts of rather fun and very vulgar drinking songs.

These sound better when you are drunk and inside the ladies john (It's the tile walls and the reverb) . . .

Do Your Balls Hang Low (There's at least three musical settings)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZu9N8qMKjA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5v4Tqkuv3U

[Paolo]

Procol Harum's "Shine on Brightly" mentions a eunuch friend:

My Prussian-blue electric clock's

Alarm bell rings, it will not stop

And I can see no end in sight

And search in vain by candlelight

For some long road that goes nowhere

For some signpost that is not there

And even my befuddled brain

Is shining brightly, quite insane

The chandelier is in full swing

As gifts for me the three kings bring

Of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told,

And fat old Buddhas carved in gold

And though it seems they smile with glee

I know in truth they envy me

And watch as my befuddled brain

Shines on brightly quite insane

Above all else confusion reigns

And though I ask no-one explains

My eunuch friend has been and gone

He said that I must soldier on

And though the Ferris wheel spins round

My tongue it seems has run aground

And croaks as my befuddled brain

Shines on brightly, quite insane