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Gopher guts and more!
Andrea Krause
· 21 years, 2 months ago
OK now I'm feeling all nostalgic. Everyone post your favorite childhood songlyrics! Miss Mary Mack! Miss Lucy and her naughty steamboat! Row your boat!
Row row row your boat
gently down the stream throw your teacher overboard listen to her scream five days later floating down the delaware then she lost her underwear couldn't find another pair bitten by a polar bear and that's how the polar bear died.
five days later
floating down the delaware then she lost her underwear couldn't find another pair bitten by a polar bear Poor, poor, polar bear died. 
Someone has to do it.............
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school. We have tortured all the teachers, we have broken all the rules. Broke into the office and we hanged the principal... our troops go marching on. Glory glory hallelujah... teacher hit me with a ruler... Hid behind the door with a loaded .44... now she ain't gonna teach us anymore. 
while we're at it:
on top of old smokey, all covered with sand
I went to her funeral, I went to her grave there was more, but I forgot how it goes.... * alternately, if your teacher's name was "Mrs./Mr. <two-syllable name>" or "Miss/Ms. <three-syllable-name>" you could put the actual name in.
on top of old smokey, all covered with sand
I shot my poor teacher with a red rubber band she rolled down the mountain, and into the sea where a poor little sharkie had chef-boy-ardee I went to her funeral, I went to her grave some people threw flowers, I threw a grenade it blew up the mountain, it blew up the land and all that was left was, my red rubber band. 
My eyes can see the glory of the burning of the school.
We trampled all the teachers and we broke the golden rule. We went up to the principal and said she was a fool. And the truth is marching on! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Teacher hit me with a ruler, Bopped her on the bean with a rotten tangerine, and she aint gonna teach no more! thats how I sang it
Miss Lucy had a steamboat
The steamboat had a bell Miss Lucy went to heaven And the steamboat went to Hello operator Get me number nine And if you disconnect me I will kick in your Behind the 'frigerator There was a piece of glass Miss Lucy sat upon it And she broke her little Ask me no more questions Tell me no more lies The boys are in the bathroom Zipping up their Flies are in the meadow The bees are in the park The boys and girls are kissing In the D-A-R-K dark!
we had a slightly longer version:
...flies are in the meadow the bees are in the park the boys and girls are kissing in the d-a-r-k d-a-r-k DARK DARK DARK-DARK-DARK the dark is like a movie a movie's like a show a show is like a tv set and that is all i know i know my mother i know i know my pa i know i know my sister with the 80-meter BRA BRA BRA-BRA-BRA!
*giggle* I've never heard that extension! I only knew that some areas sing it as "Miss Lucy" and some as "Miss Susie" :)
weird. i've never heard it as miss lucy or miss susie. it's always been miss mary over here.
we had miss susie.
when i was working in day care a few years ago, there was a whole other miss susie song making the rounds: when miss susie was a baby, a baby, a baby when miss susie was a bay, she went like this: "wah, wah." when miss susie was a toddler, a toddler, a toddler, a toddler when miss susie was a toddler, she went like this: "wah, wah, gimme a cookie." and it goes on and on until she dies: when miss susie was dead, dead, dead when miss susie was dead, she went like this: "wah, wah, gimme a cookie, tie my shoe, ooh-ah, i lost my bra, i found it in my boyfriend's car, he don't mind, he don't care, he don't wear no underwear, i thought i told you kids to go to bed, oof, my aching back! *collapse*"
ahhh. see, miss lucy had the baby and named it tiny tim, but miss susie had the steamboat, and the steamboat had a bell (ding ding).
Miss Lucy had a baby
she named him Tiny Tim She put him in the bathtub to see if he could swim He drank up all the water he ate up all the soap he tried to eat the bathtub but it wouldn't fit down his throat Miss Lucy called the doctor The doctor called the nurse the nurse called the lady with the alligator purse... there was more... 
not only did we use that extension, it went on: bra bra bra bra broccoli is good for you, and carrots help you see, but if you please excuse me, i think i have to pee! lovely, really. and we used miss suzie in both this song and the one about being a baby, toddler, teenager, etc. man. haven't thought about this stuff in years. heh. 
we didn't have the bra thing... and we had Mary AND LouLou-- I can't remember the last verse but after the refrigerator thing it was ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies; that's what loulou told me, just before she died her hair, she died it pretty blue; when her mother saw it, she began to POOdle walking, walking down the street; when her father saw that, he began to PEAnuts falling, falling on the ground...... ..... AND then I forget the rest!!!� ARRGGGHHH Does Anyone else know what comes after that??!!
we did it this way: the flies are in the meadow, the bees are in the park Miss Lucy's kissing her boyfriend in the D-A-R-K Darker than the ocean; darker than the sea; Darker than the naked boy who's chasing after meee! 
It is amazing that these things persist so long relatively unchanged. I wonder how old this song actually is. Here is the version we sang in Michigan in the early 70's
Miss Lucy had a steamboat The steamboat had a bell Miss Lucy went to heaven And the steamboat went to Hello operator Pleas give me number nine And if you disconnect me I will kick you right Behind the refrigerator There laid a piece of glass Miss Lucy fell upon it And she broke her little Ask me no more questions I'll tell you no more lies Miss Lucy told me all of this The day before she Dyed her hair all purple She dyed her hair all pink She dyed her hair all yellow And she washed it down the sink! 
some differences we had...
I will chop off your behind the frigerator (yes, you leave off the re- in frigerator) there is a piece of glass and if you dare to step on it I'll shove it up your ask me no more questions i'll tell you no more lies the boys are in the bathroom pulling down their flies are in the country the bees are in the park the boys and girls are kissing in the D-A-R-K D-A-R-K D-A-R-K dark dark dark! The dark is like a movie the movie's like a show a show is like a TV set and that is all I know I know my mother I know I know my father I know I know my sister with the 18-hour (or dollar) 18-hour 18-hour bra bra bra
These trains go...
down down baby down by the rollercoaster sweet sweet baby mama never let you go shimmy shimmy coco bop shimmy shimmy rock ........and I forget except somehow it ends up somewhere saying Ronald McDonald is gay.
this has gotta be in English, don't it? hmmm.. ummm.. yeah.. well.. no.. not really.. this should be easy. I -did- go to an English grade school... ... Mares eat oats ... Not my favorite.. but I liked it a lot. 
I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon Some call it pretty others call it crazy but they all sing this tune: Mairzy Doats And Dozy Doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? Yes! Mairzy doats And Dozy Doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? If the words sound queer, and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey, Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy" Oh! Mairzy Doats and Dozy Doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you - oo? A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? 1943. Copyrighted Words and Music by Milton Drake, Al Hoffman, and Jerry Livingston 
I've got the same problem as Nitsa! No English songs in my repertoire. Although come to think of it Nitsa, if you happen to know that one about Napoleon's erection, please share the words!
Alls I gots is "On va pas au ciel", "Ursule" and "Trois Petits Chats". Y'all suck. :D In a good way. 
Hey, who said they had to be English? I wanna learn the French songs dammit!
down down baby down (by?) the rollercoaster
sweet sweet baby I'll never let you go chitty chitty cocoa pop, chitty chitty pow chitty chitty cocoa pop, chitty chitty pow grandma grandma sick in bed she called the doctor and the doctor said let's get the rhythm of the head Ding Dong! let's get the rhythm of the head Ding Dong! let's get the rhythm of the hands *clap clap* let's get the rhythm of the hands *clap clap* let's get the rhythm of the feet *stomp stomp* let's get the rhythm of the feet *stomp stomp* let's get the rhythm of the hot dog! (swing your hips around) let's get the rhythm of the hot dog! Put it all together and whaddya get? Ding dong! *clap clap* *stomp stomp* Hot dog! Put it all backwards and whaddya get? Hot dog! *stomp stomp* *clap clap* Ding dong!
Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
all dressed in black black black with silver buttons buttons buttons all down her back back back she asked her mother mother mother for fifteen cents cents cents to see the elephant elephant elephant jump over the fence fence fence he jumped so high high high he reached the sky sky sky and he never came back back back till the fourth of july -ly -ly Some people substituted "boys pull down their pants" for "elephant jump over the fence"
quack diddlyoso
quack quack quack senorita rita rita rita Valore (?) valore valore valore valore Valore! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.... 10! repeat till someone wins
Ours went:
Quack diddly-osious quack quack quack From San Darico Rico Rico Rico Dalore, dalore, dalore dalore dalore Oh, one, two, three, FOUR This was a hand-slapping game where ever one would stand in a circle with one hand on top and the other under and you would get your hand slapped and then slap the next person's hand on each syllable. (It's hard to explain). The person who was supposed to be slapped on "four" had to pull away or they were out.
ours went:
slap billy-o-lah slap slap slap slap senorita rita rita rita slap one two three four
Deck the halls with gasoline
falalalala lala la la light a match and watch it gleam falalalala lala la la watch the school burn down to ashes falala lalala la la la aren't you glad you played with matches? falalalala lala la la
Great green gobs of
greasy grimy gopher guts mutilated monkey meat little birdies' dirty feet great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts get 'em at your fav'rite store! They're wrapped in cellophaaaaaaaaane!
I had a slightly longer version:
Great, green globs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, chopped up parakeet, fourteen eyeballs rolling down Main Street, purple peppermint stew, scab sandwiches with puss on top, turkey vomit, and camel snot; put it all together and what do you got? Lunch at the YMCA!
uno dosiesa (I have no idea what this means)
the east the west i met my boyfriend at the candy store he bought me ice cream he bought me cake he brought me home with a bellyache doctor doctor, will I die? Close your eyes and count to five 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, I'm alive! 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, I'm dead again!
My grandmother and your grandmother
live across the way my grandmother meets your grandmother this is what they say talk about hey-na (hey-na) hey-na (hay-na) aiko aiko aneyna Chakamo feenoananeh chakamo feenaneh This was one of our schoolbus songs but I think this is an actual song, perhaps from New Orleans... I seem to recall hearing something about it on NPR once. anyone know?
And of course...
(insert name) and (insert name) sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage sucking his thumb, peeing in his pants doing the hula hula dance
(insert name) and (insert name) sitting in a tree (insert name) & (insert name) are gonna have twins!
You are my thyroid
my parathyroid you make me function properly you're my adrenals you're my pancreas you're my pi-tui-tary You are my endocrines my ductless glands you work in times of joy and tears so keep on working and making hormones dear old glands for you I cheer!
Dad taught us allen sherman songs and we sang them on car trips. This is my favorite:
I'll sing to you a story of a great man of the cloth, His name was Harry Lewis and he worked for Irving Roth, He died while cutting velvet on a hot July the fourth, His cloth goes marching on. Chorus: Glory, glory, Harry Lewis, Glory, glory Harry Lewis, Glory, glory, Harry Lewis, His cloth goes shining on! Harry Lewis perished in the service of his lord, He was trampling through the warehouse where the drapes of Roth are stored, He had the finest funeral his union could afford, His cloth goes shining on! chorus With the fire raging 'bout him, Harry stood by his machine, And when the fireman broke in, they discovered him between, A pile of roasted dacron and some french fried gabardine, His cloth goes shining on! chorus
We used to sing Charlie on the MTA on the schoolbus:
Let me tell you the story Of a man named Charlie On a tragic and fateful day He put ten cents in his pocket, Kissed his wife and family Went to ride on the MTA Charlie handed in his dime At the Kendall Square Station And he changed for Jamaica Plain When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel." Charlie could not get off that train. Chorus: Did he ever return, No he never returned And his fate is still unlearn'd He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston He's the man who never returned. Now all night long Charlie rides through the tunnels Saying, "What will become of me? How can I afford to see My sister in Chelsea Or my cousin in Roxbury?" Charlie's wife goes down To the Scollay Square station Every day at quarter past two And through the open window She hands Charlie a sandwich As the train comes rumblin' through. As his train rolled on underneath Greater Boston Charlie looked around and sighed: "Well, I'm sore and disgusted And I'm absolutely busted; I guess this is my last long ride." Now you citizens of Boston, Don't you think it's a scandal That the people have to pay and pay Fight the fare increase! Vote for George O'Brien! lets get Charlie off that train. Chorus: Or else he'll never return, No he'll never return And his fate will be unlearned He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston He's the man who never returned. We didn't know all of the lyrics at the time, and we substituted Brooklyn for Boston and for some reason we substituted Paul Tsongas for Walter A. O'Brien.
My sister used to sing that to me. I always loved it. When I finally took a ride on the T I didn't want to get off.
Mom and dad also sang us Columbia songs... here's one making fun of Cornell:
Harvard's run by Radcliffe Radcliffe's run by Yale Yale is run by Vassar and Vassar's run by mail (tail) Princeton's for the pretty boys the drunks all go to Penn but high above Cayuga There's a race of hairy men Ohhhhhhhh We are a race of hairy chested men hairy chested men hairy chested men Oh, We are a race of hairy chested men we are from Cornell! we are from Cornell! we are from Cornell! Oh, We are a race of hairy chested men we are from Cornell! Oh, we are a race of simple farmer boys simple farmer boys simple farmer boys Oh, we are a race of simple farmer boys We are from Cornell Oh we take hotel administration... etc.
and here's another:
Don't send my boy to Harvard The dying mother said Don't send my boy to syracusssssssssssssse I'd rather see him dead! But send him to Columbia! It's better than Cornell... and as for Pennsylva-ni-a I'd see him first in hell To hell, to hell with Pennsylvania! To hell, to hell with Pennsylvania! To hell, to hell with Pennsylvania! To hell with the U of P!
(to "o tannenbaum")
oh holy cross, oh holy cross where all they eat is applesauce apparently, when my mom went to rosemont, this was very very funny.
A.J.
· 21 years ago
Here is one that maybe only Gordon stands a chance of remembering, or maybe he's too old for it. This is based on the commercial that Mc Donald's used to use when I was a little kid.
Mc Donald's is your kind of place They serve you rattle sankes They take your parking place They throw food in your face Mc Donald's is your kind of place It's such a happy place Mc Donalds is your kind of place! Mc Donald's is your kind of place Hamburgers in your face French fries up your nose pickles between your toes Mc Donald's is your kind of place It's such a happy place Mc Donalds is your kind of place!
It makes your *mouth* turn green!
Oh, and to the same tune: Herman, look what you've done to me Herman, I think it's pregnancy Herman You put your sperm in and now it's Herman and Sherman and me!
Oh, and along the same lines...
Down by the river where nobody goes there lies (insert girl's name) without any clothes along comes (insert boy's name) swinging his chain he opened up his zipper and out it came Three months later, all is well six months later, it started to swell nine months later out it came a little (boy's name) junior swinging his chain!
Mommy, I met the boy next door Harold, what have you done to me?
A.J.
· 21 years ago
Heigh-ho heigh-ho
It's off to school we go With a kick in the rear And a bottle of beer Heigh-ho heigh-ho heigh-ho Heigh-ho heigh-ho It's off to school we go with hand grenades and razor blades Heigh-ho heigh-ho heigh-ho Heigh-ho heigh-ho It's off to school we go We'll ring the bell and run like hell Heigh-ho heigh-ho heigh-ho Heigh-ho heigh-ho It's off to school we go The water tastes like iodine The teachers look like Frankenstein Heigh-ho heigh-ho heigh-ho heigh-ho
bush's fav.
Heigh-ho heigh-ho It's off to iraq we go With a great big bomb to kill sadam Heigh-ho heigh-ho heigh-ho
John J. Ryan
· 21 years ago
Deck the halls with gasoline, falalalala Light a match and watch it gleam, falalalala See the school burn down to ashes, falalalalala Aren't you glad you played with matches? Falalalalal
John J. Ryan
· 21 years ago
Do, the stuff that buys me beer Re, the guy who sells me beer Mi, the guy who drinks the beer Fa, a long way to the John! So, I'll have another beer La, I'll have another beer Ti, no thanks I'm drinking beer! And that leads us back to do....
D'oh! No beer, I need a beer,
Ray, the guy who sells me beer me, the guy who buys the beer fa, a long way to the beer so, I think i'll have a beer, la... lalalalalabeeeeeer! Tea, no thanks I'll have a beer! and that brinks us back to D'oh!
d'oh! i am all out of beer
Ray, the guy who sells me beer me, the guy who drinks the beer fa, the distance to my beer so, i think i'll have a beer la... lalalalala beer tea, no thanks i'm drinking beer and that brings us back to d'oh!
John J. Ryan
· 21 years ago
Just sing the Stars and Stripes Forever, but sing the words, "More beer" over and over again.
Be kind to your fine feathered friends
'cause a duck may be somebody's mother. Be kind to your web-footed friends, 'cause a duck may be somebody's pal. You may think that this is the end, well it is.
Also heard on the 1st Simpsons episode ever that wasn't on Tracey Ullman.
John J. Ryan
· 21 years ago
One bottle of pop, two bottle of pop, three bottle of pop, four bottle of pop, five bottle of pop, six bottle of pop, seven bottle of pop, POP! Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, POP! Don't throw your junk in my back yard, my back yard, my back yard, don't throw your junk in�my backyard, my backyard's full. Kind of reminds me of the one song Metropolis does where each voice part sings a different song, then they put all 4 together.
John J. Ryan
· 21 years ago
Since many of us live in different sections of the USA and Canada, I'm curious to see which songs are regionalized, and which ones have become universal, no matter where you are. Batman smells is out of bounds because of the Simpsons. :)
It's out of bounds NOW because it has been posted in the national media.� The only way to determine if its regional or not is to ask people our age about when they heard the song.
� There's a book devoted to collecting variations on these rhymes based on location and era: it's called Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts- The Subversive Folklore of Childhood
John J. Ryan
· 21 years ago
Used to sing this one of the school bus, but I barely remember the lyrics.
Raymond Dube
· 20 years, 6 months ago
How about this one? Three irish men, three irish men sitting in a ditch, one called the other, a dirty son of a - Peter Moley had a dog, a dirty dog was he, He gave it to his neighbor to keep her company, She fed it, She fed it, She fed the dirty runt, Then one day he jumped into her pantyhose and bit her on the- Country boy, country boy sittin on a rock, Along came a bumble bee and bit him on the- Cocktail, Ginger ale, five cents a glass, If you don't like it, shove it up your- Ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies, If you ever get a bucket of shit in the face, Be sure to close your eyes.
goovie is married!
· 20 years, 6 months ago
the buses that they give you, they say they're mighty fine
but when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind oh, i don't wanna go to girl scout camp gee, mom, i wanna go but they won't let me go gee, mom, i wanna go ho-o-ome there are about a thousand verses to that one. and apparently, it comes from a similar (wwII era?) song called "army life," which for some reason i remember singing in ear training/sight singing class--batman was all impressed that we sight read it so well, and it was because we had all learned the tune in our girl scout camp days.
since we're posting back here... here's the army life song the way I learned it:
"They say that in the army, the girls are mighty fine you ask for Farrah Fawcett, they give you Frankenstein oh, I don't want no more of army life gee, mom, I wanna go back to Ontario gee, mom, I wanna go home." plus a million and one other verses rhyming with "fine". :D
in the girl scout camp version, they say the counselors are mighty fine, but when they take their makeup off, they look like frankenstein. :)
renita
· 20 years, 6 months ago
If you're headed for first
and you feel something burst... Diarrhea, Diarrhea. If you're running for third and out slips a turd... Diarrhea, Diarrhea. If you're sliding into home, and your pants are full of foam... Diarrhea, Diarrhea. If you're sitting in a Chevy, and you feel something heavy... Diarrhea, Diarrhea. there's a much more but I can't remember them now. 
heheh my younger cousin sang that for me when we were young. :)
if you're swimming in a pool and you feel something cool!
there's also a constipation song, but i can't remember it right now.
To the tune of aloutte:
Constipation, lack of doody-ation, Constipation, this is how you play: First you're hungry then you eat, then you're on the toilet seat. Eat eat eat, seat seat seat, eat eat eat, seat seat seat. Ohhhh!
Jason Reiser
· 20 years, 6 months ago
"Shimmy, shimmy cocoa pop!� Shimmy, shimmy rock!� Shimmy, shimmy cocoa pop!� Shimmy, shimmy rock!� I met a girlfriend a triscuit!� She said, a triscuit a biscuit!� Ice cream, soda pop, vanilla on the top!� Ooh, Shelly�s out, walking down the street, ten times a week!� I read it!� I said it!� I stole my momma�s credit!� I�m cool!� I�m hot!� Sock me in the stomach three more times! "
sheryls
· 20 years, 6 months ago
my dad used to sing this song that you had to make up as you go along. it was: verse 1 hey lai-di lai-di lai-di, hey lai-di lai-di lo usually we'd make fun of family members this way. ex: teasing my dad for his infamous "shortcuts" that took us 3 hours out of our way. at least. On our way home again ..etc. it's not so funny in theory, but it's a fun thing to do like, at the end of a gathering. around a campfire. with food on sticks. :) 
Bender
· 20 years, 6 months ago
My dad used to make up songs.�� Here are a few: There are many more.� We're a very musical family.
stealthlori
· 20 years, 6 months ago
As I was walking down the street "Smoke Coca Cola cigarettes So take your next vacation *curtseys* 
Will work for anime
· 20 years, 6 months ago
*to the tune of Oh Christmas Tree* Oh Ted the Toad, Oh Ted the Toad. Why are you lying in the road? Oh Ted the Toad, Oh Ted the Toad. Why are you lying in the road? You used to be so green and fat, and now you're just so red and flat. Oh Ted the Toad, Oh Ted the Toad. Why are you lying in the road? other verses included: You didn't hear the engine roar, and now your guts are on the floor. You didn't see the light turn red, and now your wearing tire tread. and then there was: Oh Sam the snake, Oh Sam the snake. Why are you floating on the lake? You didn't hear the moter boat, and now your guts are all a-float. 
Will work for anime
· 20 years, 6 months ago
*to the tune of On Top of Spaghetti* I had a buddy, my buddy's a toad He's kinda muddy. He's flat on the road But he's my buddy, my buddy to stay. Til he's peeled off the sidewalk and sailed away.
see, now the best part is that the real song is "On Top of Old Smokey"
I know a whole lot of verses to On Top of Spaghetti, my fave being (after the meatball has rolled out of the house and into the garden...) The tree was all covered with beautiful moss, It grew little meatballs, and tomato sauce.
Alan Mendelsohn
· 20 years, 6 months ago
George Washington Bridge, George Washington Washington Bridge; Etc.
Gordondon son of Ethelred
· 15 years, 11 months ago
How did I never contribute to this forum?
This was sung to the tune of America (My country tis of thee)
My country tis of thee Sweet land of Germany Of thee I sing. My father's a German Spy Caught by the FBI Tomorrow he shall die. My name is Fritz.We sang that in the mid sixties. WWII was 20 years in the past but it was still our point of reference.
Gordondon son of Ethelred
· 15 years, 11 months ago
When I was about 12 or so this was a popular song. It is sung to the Army's theme song; As the Caissons Go Rolling Along
Give a cheer Give a cheer To the men who drink the beer In the cellars of Murphy's saloon. They are brave They are bold For the whiskey they can hold In the cellars of Murphy's saloon. For its drink drink drink Till you vomit in the sink Shout out your orders loud and clear More Beer! For its more more more Till they kick you out the door In the cellars of murphy's saloon. One more time. In the cellars of Murphy's saloon.
Rachel Marie aka RAI
· 15 years, 11 months ago
How did *I* not contribute to this post? Camp counselor extrordinaire, I have thousands.
Popular with the younger kids are Repeat-After-Me Songs: The Princess Pat (aka Ricky Bamboo) The Princess Pat Lived in a tree She sailed across The seven seas She sailed across The ocean blue And she took with her A Ricky Bamboo CHORUS Oh Ricky Bamboo Now what is that? It's something made By the Princess Pat It's red and gold And purple too That's why it's CALLED A Ricky Bamboo Now the Captain Jack Had a mighty fine crew He sailed across The ocean too But his ship sank And yours will too If you don't take A Ricky Bamboo CHORUS And then there's Tree in the Hole There was a tree Just the prettiest little tree That you ever did see Aaaand the tree was in a hole, and the hole was in a ground And the green grass grows all around, all around. The green grass grows all around. And on that tree There was a branch Just the prettiest little branch That you ever did see Aaaand the branch was on the tree, and the tree was in a hole, and the hole was in a ground And the green grass grows all around, all around. The green grass grows all around. Continues until you get... Aaaand the elephant was on the flea, and the flea was on the feather, and the feather was on the wing, and the wing was on the bird, and the bird was in the egg, and the egg was in the nest, and the nest was on the twig, and the twig was on the branch, and the branch was on the tree, and the tree was in a hole, and the hole was in the ground And the green grass grows all around, all around. The green grass grows all around! Also: The Moose Song There was a moose Who liked to drink a lot of juice There was a moose Who liked to drink a lot of juice CHORUS Singin' way-o way Way-o way-o way-o way-o Way-o way-o Way-o way-o way-o way-o His name was Fred He liked to drink his juice in bed His name was Fred He liked to drink his juice in bed CHROUS He drank his juice with care But he spilt some on his hair He drank his juice with care But he spilt some on his hair CHORUS His friends, they laughed! So he had to take a bath His friends they laughed So he had to take a bath CHORUS (x3) Boom Chicka Boom I said a boom chicka boom! I said a boom chicka boom! I said a booma chicka rocka chicka rocka chicka boom! Uh-huh! Oh yeah! One more time [Fill in the blank below] Underwater: Flick lips with finger Janitor Style: Broom chicka broom, brooma mop-a-floora, mop-a-floora mop-a broom Motorcycle Style: Vroom chicka vroom; vrooma pop-a-wheelie, pop-a-wheelie pop-a vroom Astronaunt Style: To the moon to the moon; To the moon, take a rocket, take a rocket to the moon. Flower Style: Bloom chicka bloom; bloom-a chicka blossom chick-a blossom chick-a bloom Mister Rogers Style: Can you say a boom chicka boom? Can we all say a boom-a-chicka rocka chicka rocka chicka boom? Valley Girl Style: Insert appropriate Valley-Girl-isms in Then any song where you do funny movements is awesome Father Abraham had seven sons Seven sons had Father Abraham And they never laughed They never cried All they did was go like this: On the right! (Echo: On the right!) Then you get to: On the right! Then, on the left, with the right (foot) and the left, and the head, and the tounge Or, similarly: Hi. My name is Joe And I work iiiin a button factory I got a wife, and a dog, and a family One day, my boss comes up to me and says "Hey Joe, are you busy?" I said no. He said, "Push this button with your right elbow" And then left elbow, right foot, left foot, head, tounge and then on the last one you say He said, "Hey Joe, are you busy?" I said, "YES!" What else. This one was a favorite with the kids at my sleepaway camp: Wiffle Waffle I was walkin' 'round the corner doing little harm Along came a policeman and grabbed me by the arm He took me 'round the corner, rang a little bell *ding ding* Along came a wagon and locked me in a cell CHORUS I'm singin' eeny meeny and a miney moe Catch a Wiffle Waffle by the toe And if he hollers, hollers, hollers let him go I'm singin' eeny meeny and a miney moe Six o'clock in the morning the jailer comes around A piece of bread and coffee that weighs a half a pound The coffee tastes like tabasco juice, the bread is hard and stale But that's the way they treat the bums in the New York County Jail CHORUS I woke up Sunday morning and looked upon the wall The skeeters and the bed bugs were havin' a game of ball The score was six to nothing, the skeeters were ahead The bed bugs hit a HOME RUN! and knocked me out of bed CHORUS I went downtown for breakfast, I ordered ham and eggs I ate so many pickles, the juice ran down my legs I fell into a sewer, and that is where I died They didn't call it murder, they called it SEWERCIDE! CHORUS ...There are more, but I think I am done for now. :o) 
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