I heard this on my iPod rotation this morning, and was reminded of what it was like to listen to people who made no pretension of being politically correct:

I really have a yen/To go back once again,
Back to the place/Where no one wears a frown –
To see once more those /Super-special just plain folks
In my hometown.

No fella could ignore/The little girl next door.
She sure looks sweet/In her first evening gown.
Now there’s a charge/For what she used to give for free
In my hometown.

I remember Dan/The drugist on the corner.
He was never mean or ornery/He was swell!
He killed his mother-in-law/And grounded her real well,
And sprinkled just a bit/Over each banana split

The guy who taught us math/Who never took a bath
Acquired a certain/Measure of renown.
And after school he sold/The most amazing pictures
In my hometown.

That fella was no fool/Who taught our Sunday School,
And neither was our/Kindly Parson Brown.
(We’re recording tonight so I’ll to leave this bit out)
In my hometown.

I remember Sam!/He was the village idiot,
And thought it seems/A pity it was so.
He loved to burn down houses/Just to watch the glow.
And nothing could be done/Because he was the mayor’s son.

The guy that took a knife/And monogrammed his wife
And dropped her in the pond/And watched her drown.
Oh yes, indeed, the people there/Are just plain folks
In my hometown.

Here’s the audio

Tom Lehrer didn’t care a whiff about objections to his songs. He figured that those who didn’t like what he sang could turn off the radio or change the station.