And onto the interwebs

Great Sadness. I can remember surreptitiously listening to his show via long range Texas AM at night on a crystal radio set with an earphone so my parents wouldn't hear it. 'cause it had naughty stuff in it !

"They're coming to take me away, haha..."

My Dad had some reel-to-reel tapes of the show he recorded from the radio back in the day, and would often subject everyone to a Dr. Demento record.

…TO THE FUNNY FARM!

I had so much fun listening to the Dr Demento show back in the '70s. We were really spoiled here in LA back then. It was like a cult for this friend of mine and myself… sharing our little coded references.

I had no idea that the show was still being produced until now.

Why didn't you say something earlier?

… La Brea… tar pits!

Wow. Didn't know that he was still on. Haven't listened to him in decades.

It was midnight on the ocean,
Not a streetcar was in sight,
And the sun was shining brightly,
For it rained all day that night.
'Twas a summer night in winter,
And the rain was snowing fast,
And a barefoot boy with shoes on
Stood a-sitting in the grass.

Wiiiiiiiiiiiind up your radios!!!

Taped tons of music off his shows when I was a teen.
I was there for the 'birth' of Weird Al.

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They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

Well, the flames grew higher and the fire got worse.
And someone heard Brucie cry, "Mercy, I forgot my purse!"
Into the fire with a squeal and a shout.
We waited an hour, but he never came out.
Poor Bruce. Poor old Bruce.

Add me to the list of those who didn't know his show was still around. Grew up listening to him every week. Loved his Xmas and Halloween shows. Wouldn't be surprised if Dr. Demento makes a comeback once nostalgia for novelty songs sets in again.

They don't come
when you call
They don't chase
squirrels at all

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In tha 360. MRF User Map

I listened to it once in awhile recently, but it wasn't the same as 30 years ago. As others, I listened to him at the start here in L.A.
They did have him on the air live and local on a radio station here on LA last year. It was just for one show on a new station 100.3. They tried to get as many DJs of the mighty MET (KMET) as they could. It was fun watching him on cam with his top hat. Here in the city of the smogberries.



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I used to listen to him on WHFS back in the mid to late 70's.

That was very different sort of radio station itself.

I LIKE BANANAS
(Chris Yacich)
Billy Cotton & his Band
V. Alan Breeze & The Bandits


Standing by the fruit stall on the corner
Once I heard a customer complain
You never seem to show the fruit we all love so
That’s why business hasn’t been the same


I don’t like your peaches
They are full of stones
But I like bananas
Because they have no bones


Bo-de-o-don’t give me tomatoes
Cant’ stand ice cream cones
But I like bananas
Because they have no bones


No matter where I go
With Susie, May or Anna
I want the world to know
I must have my banana


Cabbages and onions
Hurt my singing tones
But i like bananas
Because they have no bones


Now I don’t care for muffins
I don’t like buttered scones
Ah but I like bananas
Because they have no bones


I don’t like giggling flappers
I don’t like ancient crones
Ah but I like bananas
Because they have no bones


In fig leaves and bearskins
Which you girls often sip on
Why not have banana skins
They’re easy things to slip on


I can’t bear tax collectors
Especially one who phones
Ah but I like bananas
Because they have no bones


I don’t like a crooner
Of the blues he moans
But we like bananas
Because they have no bones


I don’t like politicians
They’re human gramophones
We like bananas
Because they have no bones


I never cared for drink
To me it seems so sinful
Though when you come to think
Bananas get a skinful


I don’t like the bagpipes
And I can’t stand saxophones
We like bananas
Because they have no bones

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Cheers!

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Wiiiiiiiiiiiind up your radios!!!

Taped tons of music off his shows when I was a teen.
I was there for the 'birth' of Weird Al.

Totally same experience - I kept a GE portable cassette player next to the radio for the Sunday night shows. Then, took the tapes and made 'Best of's'. By the time I was done going through several generations of cassette-to-external microphone re-recordings, the end result was generally useless.

They took him off the air hear many years ago.

There wasn't a convienient iterweb source.

[www.themadmusicarchive.com] has several shows (or links to shows) that cover some of the same material.

Crossin' the highway late last night
He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right
He didn't see the station wagon car
The skunk got squashed and there you are!

You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high Heaven!

Take a whiff on me, that ain't no rose!
Roll up yer window and hold yer nose
You don't have to look and you don't have to see
'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory

You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high Heaven!

Yeah you got yer dead cat and you got yer dead dog
On a moonlight night you got yer dead toad frog
Got yer dead rabbit and yer dead raccoon
The blood and the guts they're gonna make you swoon!
You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high Heaven!

C'mon stink!

You got it!
It's dead, it's in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle!
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high heaven!
All over the road, technicolor man!
Oh, you got pollution
It's dead, it's in the middle
And it's stinkin' to high, high Heaven

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Je t'aime
Oh, oui je t'aime!
Moi non plus
oh, mon amour...

Comme la vague irr?solu
Je vais, je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Et je me retiens

Je t'aime, je t'aime
Oh, oui je t'aime
Moi non plus

Oh mon amour...
tu es la vague, moi l'?le nue

Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Et je te rejoins

Heck, I didn't know it was STILL on the air for many years now!
Someplace I may STILL have a couple cassette tapes from the radio, with some early-ish Weird Al, etc.


Including (not Weird Al...);

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar on evening fair
And one could tell by how we walked that he drunk more than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree
Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes.
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize

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Eureka, CA

Ah, back in the days when we could parody a pedophile sexual predator in song!

Kinko, Kinko the kid loving clown
My parents want to beat him up and run him out of town!

Now in the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well.
She was stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and her story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Well, her legend finally reached New York, that Groove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
He been rollin' dope since time began
Now he took a cultured toke
And said, “Jim, I can roll ‘em faster, than any chick can smoke!”

So a note gets sent to San Rafael, “For the Championship of the World
the Kid demands a smoke off!” "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that chick till she blows up and pops!”
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
"Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, tickets just two lids a head!
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers, with the world's greatest weed
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shashniks from Bagun who smoke the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it Boo.

See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin’ all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked “reefer” back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smokes and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds.
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar
As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war


At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.
I mean, Maui Wowie, Panama Red, Acapulco Gold,
Kif from East Afghanistan and that rare Alaska Cold.
And there's sticks from Thailand, @#$%& from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best.
And some of that wet imported @#$%& that capsized off Key West.
There's Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin’ ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey’s bars, and Oreos, in case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he smiles, and Pearly, she just grins.
And the drums roll low
and the crowd yells “GO! GO! GO!”
and the world’s first Smoke Off begins.

Well, the Kid, he flicks his fingers once and ZAP! that first joint’s rolled.
Pearl takes one toke with her famous lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold.
Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that would’d paralyze a moose.
And Pearl takes one mighty hit and SLURP! that bomb’s defused.
Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine,
And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time."
See the blur of flyin’ fingers, see the red coal burnin’ bright
As the night turns into mornin’ and the mornin’ fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone
And the two still sit on that roach-filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on
With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips.
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
The Kid, he gasps, "Damn it, bitch, there's nothin' left to roll!"
"Nothin’ left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?”
“I didn't come here to f--- around, man, I come here to SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves
Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach.
And the fastest man with the fastest hands
goes up
in a puff
of smoke.

In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly know her well.
She’s been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and her story is still widely told
How she still can smoke them faster than any dude can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name.
There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll
That says,
Beware of Bein’ the Roller
When There's Nothin’ Left to Roll.


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ah, Kinko...

and No Anchovies, Please...

and the Rodeo Song...

and Existential Blues... (I met Tom T-Bone Stankus & got an autograph in the mid-80s, made my freakin' year!)

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Paul F.
Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar on evening fair
And one could tell by how we walked that he drunk more than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree
Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes.
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize
Ring ding @#$%& @#$%& I de oh ring di diddly I oh
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize

That one and "Moose Turd Pie" were two of my most favorites.

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It is what it is.

It'd be nice if the Internet radio show were advertising-supported.

I can't justify spending $180/year to listen to Dr. D online and if I did pay that much I'd want it at better quality than 128k.

Oh, a beauty, a beauty, I think it was a triple flutter blast. Yes, that's what the judge signals, a triple flutter blast. That gives him twenty-five points

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Aloha, Ken


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