Originally published in the December 1982 issue of C&E.
(Editors Note: As a Yuletide bonus, and in response to overwhelming demand, we reprint here the full lyrics of “The Ballad of Q.R. Zedd” as sung last Ham Holiday by Kenny Rogers. Those who did not witness the great western singer’s tribute to the world’s greatest DXer missed a touching moment in the history of radio. As sung by Rogers, the musical tribute went like this:)
When Q. R. Zedd was an itty-bitty boy,
Momma Zedd said to him,
“Q.R., there’s a world of DX way out there;
Go work it with vigor and vim.”
(Oh, lord!) “Go work it with vigor and vim.’
Little Q.R. Zedd was not much more than three,
But he did what Momma Zedd said.
He worked Hooterville and Lawrence of Arabian fame,
And soon the DX world knew his name —
Soon the DX world well knew his name.
By the time he was ten, he’d worked everything in sight:
Siam, Peking, and Bangladesh.
He’d worked more than four hundred in every mode and band,
And folks said he was the best in the land —
Folks said he was the best in the land.
He worked ’em with a single 807 lit up bright;
He worked ’em short- and long-path late at night;
He worked ’em CW and he worked ’em AM phone,
For a fourth-grader he didn’t do bad —
For a fourth-grader he didn’t do bad.
By the time he was twenty his fame had spread far;
He was known in every hamlet, town and state.
He was loved by all women, hated by all DX hogs,
And his call was written in all the famous logs,
His call was in all the famous logs.
His DXpeditions soon added to his fame;
He worked the world from Spain to old Bangkok.
South Georgia and Borneo and Liberia and Chad
Were all made more famous by his trips —
Were all made more famous by his trips.
Today Q. R. Zedd is the greatest of them all
And even old Blackie knows his call.
He is gracious, good and kind, and modest to a fault;
He’s the most modest DXer of them all —
He’s the most modest DXer of them all.
He lives quietly and comfortably on Honor Roll Ranch
Just a hoot and a holler south of town:
Just him and Tondelayo and a crew of forty-four,
And he never brags though he is so great —
He never brags although he is so great.
And whenever DXers gather ’round their rigs,
His name is sure to be heard.
But that’s only proper, and what more can be said?
There’s nobody quite like Zedd —
There’s nobody quite like Q R. Zedd.
So let us all stand tall, and show our pride to all,
That Q.R. Zedd is one of our own!
He’s the finest, brightest, straightest DXer ever lived;
It’s an honor to sing of his fame —
It’s an honor to sing of his fame!
We love you, Q. R. Zedd, you’re inspiration for us all,
And we bask in your glory and your fame;
You’re the finest, greatest, truest DXer ever lived,
It’s an honor to sing out your name —
(Q. R. Zedd!)
It’s an honor to sing out your name!
So let’s hear it one last time for the greatest of them all,
The legendary, famous Q.R. Zedd!
He’s the finest, greatest, truest DXer ever lived,
It’s an honor to sing out his name —
It’s an honor to sing out his name!
(last verse may be repeated)