Bernard Herrmann, Bernard Herrmann, Bernard Herrmann,
Wasn’t German, Wasn’t German, Wasn’t German.
He grew up in New York City, New York City.
And his music wasn’t pretty, was it pretty?
It was Psycho. It caused Vertigo. It made the Earth Stand Still.
It was a thrill, It was a thrill, It was a thrill, It was a thrill.
It was The Wrong Man in the Gray Flannel Suit Who Knew Too Much.
It was a White Witch Doctor in a Garden of Evil on Dangerous Ground.
It was shrieking Birds and Khyber Rifles, Twisted Nerve and Endless Night.
It was an Obsession on a Mysterious Island At the Center of the Earth.
It was the Snows of Kilimanjaro at Farenheit 451.
It was a Torn Curtain on Cape Fear Beneath the 12-Mile reef.
It was The Ghost and Mrs. Muir in a Hatful of Rain.
And it all got started with Citizen Kane.
Citizen Herrmann. Not German. New York City. It was Pretty.