1       STAR TREKKIN'                       
                                      
This song tells a story, so it's very 
important that the characters are ALL 
represented in this order. Mister Sulu 
is at the helm, Lt. Uhura monitoring the 
sensors, Spock is turned to for analysis, 
Dr. McCoy is asked "Is it Radiation, Dr. 
McCoy? we then turn to the engineer, Mr. 
Scott for more power, and finally Captain 
James Tiberius Kirk is forced to lead a 
landing party. Before beginning, the 
audience is divided into six sections, 
one for each character.      

Chorus:                                 
                                        
Star Trekkin' across the universe,      
  on the Starship Enterprise, under Captain Kirk.                         
Star Trekkin' across the Universe,      
Always goin' forward, 'cause we can't find reverse!                   
                                        
Mr. Sulu:                               
                                        
The Enterprise is slowing down,         
  slowing down, slowing down.           
The Enterprise is slowing down,         
  slowing down, Jim!                    
                                        
Lt. Uhura:                              
                                        
There's Klingons on the starboard       
  bow, Starboard bow, starboard bow.    
There's Klingons on the starboard       
  bow, starboard bow, Jim!              
                                        
Mr. Spock:                              
                                        
It's life Jim, but not as we know       
  it, not as we know it, not as we      
  know it.                              
It's life Jim, but not as we know       
  it, not as we know it, Captain.       
                                        
Dr. McCoy:                              
                                        
It's worse than that, he's dead,        
  Jim. dead, Jim, dead Jim.             
It's worse than that, he's dead,        
  Jim.  Dead, Jim, dead!                
                                        
Engineer Scott: 
(In your best Scottish accent)                        
                                        
You cannot change the laws of           
   physics, laws of physics,            
   laws of physics.                     
You cannot change the laws of           
  physics, laws of physics,             
  Jim!                                  
                                        
Captain Kirk:                           
                                        
We Come in Peace (shoot to kill!)       
Shoot to kill, shoot to kill.           
We Come in Peace (shoot to kill!)       
Shoot to kill, men!                     
                                        
2     BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM             
                                        
Mary had a little lamb,                 
It's fleece was white as snow,          
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
And everywhere that Mary went, the      
  lamb was sure to go,                  
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
                                        
Chorus:                                 
Hurrah for Mary, hurrah for             
  the lamb,                             
Hurrah for the teacher, who didn't      
  give a particle,                      
If all the lambs in Oregon came         
  marching into school,                 
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece     
  was black as soot,                    
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
And everywhere that Mary went, it's     
  sooty foot he put,                    
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Mary had a little lamb, she put it      
  on the shelf,                         
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
And every time it wagged it's tail      
  it spanked it's little self,          
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
                                        
Chorus                 
                                        
Mary had a little lamb, she tied it     
  in the closet,                        
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
And every time it turned around, it     
  left a little deposit,                
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Mary had a little lamb, she tied it     
  to the heater,                        
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
And every time it turned around, it     
  burned it's little seater,            
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Mary had a little lamb, you've          
  heard this tale before,               
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
But have you heard she passed the       
  plate and had a little more,          
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
SLOWER:                                 
Mary had a little lamb, but now the     
  lamb is dead,                         
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
Poor Mary takes the lamb to school,     
  between two hunks of bread,           
Shouting out the battle cry of          
  freedom.                              
                                        
                                        
                                        
3          MY BOY SCOUT HAT             
                                        
To the tune of "Finiculee Finicula"     
                                        
One day I took with me upon the         
  subway,                               
My Boy Scout Hat, My Boy Scout Hat.     
I laid it down upon the seat beside     
  me,                                   
My Boy Scout Hat, My Boy Scout Hat.     
A big Scoutmaster came and sat upon     
  it.                                   
                                        
My Boy Scout hat, he squashed it        
  flat!                                 
A big Scoutmaster came and sat upon             
  it.                                   
My Boy Scout Hat, he squashed it        
  flat!                                 
Christopher Columbus! Now what do       
  ya' think of that?                    
A big Scoutmaster sat upon my hat.      
My hat he broke, and that's no          
  joke!                                 
My hat he broke and that's no           
  joke!...                              
Cristopher Columbus! Now what do        
  ya' think of that?                    
                                        
                                        
                                        
4          I'VE GOT SIXPENCE            
                                        
I've got sixpence, jolly, jolly         
  sixpence,                             
I've got sixpence to last me all my     
  life.                                 
I've got tupence to spend and           
  tupence to lend, and tupence to       
  send home to my wife, poor wife.      
                                        
CHORUS:                                 
No cares have I to grieve me,           
No pretty little girls to               
  deceive me,                           
I'm happy as a lark, believe me,        
As we go rolling rolling home.          
Rolling home, (rolling home),           
Rolling home, (rolling home),           
By the light of the silvery moon,       
Happy as the day, that we line up       
  for our pay, as we go rolling,        
  rolling home.                         
                                        
I've got fourpence, jolly, jolly        
  fourpence,                            
I've got fourpence to last me all       
  my life.                              
I've got tupence to spend and           
  tupence to lend, and no pence to      
  send home to my wife, poor wife.      
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
I've got tupence, jolly, jolly          
  tupence, I've got tupence to last     
  me all my life.                       
I've got tupence to spend and no        
  pence to lend, and no pence to        
  send home to my wife, poor wife.      
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
I've got no pence, jolly, jolly no      
  pence, I've got no pence to last      
  me all my life.                       
I've got no pence to spend and no       
  pence to lend, and no pence to        
  send home to my wife, poor wife.      
                                        
                                        
5           HAPPY WANDERER              
                                        
I love to go a-wandering along the      
  mountain track,                       
And as I go, I love to sing,            
My nap-sack on my back.                 
                                        
Valderee, valderah, Valderee,           
  valderah ha ha ha ha ha.              
Valderee, valderah, my nap-sack on      
  my back.                              
                                        
I love to wander by the brook that      
dances in the sun.                      
So joyously it calls to me,             
Come join my happy fun.                 
                                        
Valderee, valderah, Valderee,           
  valderah ha ha ha ha ha.              
Valderee, valderah, my nap-sack on      
  my back.                              
                                        
I wave my hat to all I meet, and        
  they wave back to me,                 
And blackbirds call so loud and         
  sweet, from every greenwood tree.                   
                                        
Valderee, valderah, Valderee,           
  valderah ha ha ha ha ha.              
Valderee, valderah, my nap-sack on      
  my back.                              
                                        
Oh, may I go a-wandering, until the     
  day I die,                            
Oh may I always laugh and sing,         
Beneath God's clear blue sky.           
                                        
Valderee, valderah, Valderee,           
  valderah ha ha ha ha ha.              
Valderee, valderah, my nap-sack on      
  my back.                              
                                        
                                          

6       TRAIL THE EAGLE                 
                                        
(Tune:"On Wisconsin")                   
                                        
Trail the Eagle, Trail the Eagle,       
Climbing all the time.                  
First the Star, and then the Life,      
Will on your bosom shine.               
                                        
Keep climbing!                          
                                        
Blaze the trail and we will follow,     
Hark the Eagle's call;                                        
On, brothers, on until we're Eagles     
  all.                                  
                                        
                                        
7  GREEN GROW THE RUSHES, HO            
                                        
For this song the leader sings the      
first line and the audience answers     
back with the question. Then the        
leader answers with the new verse       
followed by the previous ones as in     
the "twelve days of Christmas.          
I'll sing you one ho.                   
                                        
Green grow the rushes, ho, what is      
your one ho?                            
                                        
One is one and all alone and ever       
more shall be it so!                    
                                        
I'll sing you two ho.                   
                                        
Green grow the rushes, ho, what is      
your two ho?                            
                                        
Two, two lilly white boys clothed       
all in green, ho. And one is on and     
all alone and ever more will be it      
so!                                     
                                        
 3. Three, three arivals.            
 4. Four for the gospel makers.         
 5. Five for the symbols at your        
    door.                               
 6. Six for the six proud walkers.      
 7. Seven for the seven stars in          
    the sky.                            
 8. Eight for the April rainers.        
 9. Nine for the nine bright            
    shiners.                            
10. Ten for the ten comandments.        
11. Eleven for the 'leven that went     
    to heaven.                          
12. Twelve for the twelve               
    Apostles.                           
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        


8    QUARTERMASTER'S STORE              
                                        
There are snakes, snakes, snakes,       
Big as garden rakes,                    
At the store, at the store.             
There are snakes, snakes, snakes,       
Big as garden rakes,                    
At the Quartermaster's Store            
                                        
CHORUS:                                 
My eyes are dim, I can not see, I       
  have not brought my specks with       
  me.                                   
I have not brought my specks with       
  me.                                   
                                        
There are mice, mice, mice,             
Running through the rice...             
                                        
There are rats, rats, rats,             
As big as alley cats...                 
                                        
There are spiders, spiders,             
  spiders,                              
Swimming in the cider...                
                                        
There are fleas, fleas, fleas,          
Landing on the cheese...                
                                        
There are bats, bats, bats,             
Bigger than the rats...                 
                                        
There are beavers, beavers,             
  beavers,                              
Running from the cleavers...            
                                        
There are eagles, eagles, eagles,       
Chasing all the beagles...              
                                        
There are foxes, foxes, foxes,          
Sitting on the boxes...                 
                                        
There are owls, owls, owls,             
Eating paper towels...                  
                                        
There are bears, bears, bears,          
With curlers in their hair...           
                                        
There was butter, butter, butter        
Scraped up from the gutter,             
                                        
There was gravy, gravy, gravy,          
Enough to sink the navy ...             
                                        
There were tables, tables, tables,      
With legs like Betty gables ...         
                                        
There were chairs, chairs, chairs,      
Floating down the stairs ...            
                                        
There were lice, lice, lice,            
packaged up like rice ...               
                                        
There were ants, ants, ants,            
Wearing rubber pants ...                
                                        
There were kippers, kippers,            
  kippers,                              
That go about in slippers ...           
                                        
There was cake, cake, cake,             
That gave us tummy ache ...             
                                        
There were beans, beans, beans,         
As big as submarines ...                
                                        
There were eggs, eggs, eggs,            
That walk about on legs ...             
                                        
There were turtles, turtles,            
  turtles,                              
Wearing rubber girdles ...              
                                        
                                        
9   ONE FINGER, ONE THUMB               
                                        
One finger one thumb, one hand,         
Keep moving.                            
One finger one thumb, one hand,         
Keep moving.                            
One finger one thumb, one hand,         
Keep moving.                            
And we'll all be happy today!           
                                        
One finger one thumb, one hand, Two     
hands, keep moving.                     
One finger one thumb, one hand, Two     
hands, keep moving.                     
One finger one thumb, one hand, Two     
hands, keep moving. And we'll all       
be happy today!                             
                                        
(Add one at a time) One arm, Two        
arms, One leg, Two legs.                
                                        
                                        
10           MULES                      
                                        
(Tune: "Auld Lang Syne")                
                                        
On mules we find two legs behind        
And two we find before; We stand        
behind before we find What the two      
behind be for. When we're behind        
the two behind We find what these       
be for; So stand before the two         
behind, And behind the two before.      
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
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11      OH I WISH I WERE       
                                        
(Tune: "If You're Happy and You         
Know It")                               
                                        
Oh, I wish I were a little bar of       
  soap.                                 
Oh, I wish I were a little bar of       
  soap.                                 
I would slippy and I'd slidey,          
Over everybody's hidey.                 
Oh, I wish I were a little bar of       
  soap.                                 
                                        
Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of      
  mud.                                  
Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of      
  mud.                                  
I would ooey and I'd gooey,             
Under everybody's shoey.                
Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of      
  mud.                                  
                                        
Oh, I wish I were a little can of       
  pop.                                  
Oh, I wish I were a little can of       
  pop.                                  
I'd go down with a slurp, and come      
  up with a burp.                       
Oh, I wish I were a little can of       
  pop.                                  
Oh, I wish I were a little slippery     
  root.                                 
Oh, I wish I were a little slippery     
  root.                                 
I would sit upon the trail,             
And knock everyone on his tail.         
Oh, I wish I were a little slippery     
  root.                                 
                                        
Oh, I wish I were a little              
  mosquito.                             
Oh, I wish I were a little              
  mosquito.                             
I'd buzzy and I'd bitey,                
Under everybody's nighty.               
Oh, I wish I were a little              
  mosquito.                             
                                        
Oh, I wish I were a little bitty        
  orange.                               
Oh, I wish I were a little bitty        
  orange.                               
I'd go squirty, squirty, squirty,       
Over everybody's shirty.                
Oh, I wish I were a little bitty orange.                                 
                                        
12   BEAR IN TENNIS SHOES               
                                        
The other day, (group repeats)          
I met a bear, (group repeats)           
In tennis shoes, (group repeats)        
A dandy pair. (group repeats)           
(All) The other day I met a bear,             
In tennis shoes a dandy pair.           
                                        
Continue in a similar manner with:      
                                        
He said to me, "Why don't you run,      
Because you ain't got any gun."         
                                        
And so I ran, away from there, But      
right behind me, was that bear.         
                                        
Ahead of me there was a tree, 
A big, big, tree, Oh glory be!            
                                        
The nearest branch was ten feet up,     
I'd have to jump and trust my luck.     
                                        
And so I jumped, into the air, 
But I missed that branch, on the way up there.                                  
                                        
Now don't you fret, now don't you frown, 
'Cause I caught that branch, on the way back down.                   
                                        
The moral of, this story is 
Don't talk to bears, in tennis shoes.         
                                        
13     SIPPIN' CIDER                    
                                        
The prettiest girl, (repeat)            
I ever saw, (repeat)                    
Was sippin' ci-(repeat)                 
Der through a straw.  (repeat)          
(All) The prettiest girl I ever saw,          
Was sippin' cider through a straw.      
                                        
Continue in a similar manner:           
                                        
I said to her, "What ya doin' that fer, 
A sippin' ci-der through a straw."                                 
                                        
She said to me,"It's nice to be
A sippin' ci-der through a straw.

First cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw,
We both sipped ci-der through a straw.                                
                                        
Every now and then, that straw would slip,
And I sipped ci-der through her lips.                       
                                        
That's how I got my mother in law,      
By sippin' ci-der through a straw.      
                                        
Now forty-nine kids, all call me        
Pa, From sippin' ci-der through a       
  straw.                                
                                        
The moral of this sad, sad, joke,       
Is don't sip ci-der sip a Coke.         
                                        
14     TRUSTY TOMMY                     
                                        
Tune: "Yankee Doodle Dandy"             
                                        
TRUSTY Tommy was a Scout, LOYAL to      
his mother, HELPFUL to the folks        
about, and FRIENDLY to his brother.     
                                        
COURTEOUS to the girls he knew,         
KIND unto his rabbit, OBEDIENT to       
his father too, and CHEERFUL in his     
habits.                                 
                                        
THRIFTY saving for a need, BRAVE,       
but not a faker, CLEAN in thought       
and word and deed, and REVERENT to      
his Maker.                              
                                        
                                        
15        THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS     
                                        
1) In 1814 we took a little trip,       
   Along with Colonel Jackson down the  
   mighty Mississipp'                   
We took a little bacon and we took      
   a little beans,                      
And we met the bloody British near      
   the town of New Orleans.             
                                        
Chorus:                                 
We fired our guns and the British       
   kept a comin'.                       
There wasn't nigh as many as they       
   was a while ago.                     
We fired once more and they begin       
   to runnin',                          
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf     
   of Mexico.                           
                                        
2) We looked down the river and we      
   see'd the British come...            
There must have been a hundred of       
   'em beatin' on the drum.             
They stepped so high and they made      
   their bugles ring;                   
While we stood beside our cotton        
   bales and didn't say a thing.        
                                        
Chorus                                  

3) Old Hickory said we could take       
   'em by surprise.                     
If we didn't fire a musket till we      
   looked 'em in the eyes.              
We held our fire till we see'd          
   their faces well;                    
Then we opened up our squirrel guns     
   and really gave 'em--Well.           
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
4) They ran through the briars and      
   they ran through the brambles,       
And they ran through the bushes         
   where a rabbit couldn't go.          
They ran so fast that the hounds        
   couldn't catch 'em                   
   'em, On down the Mississippi to the                          
   Gulf of Mexico.                      
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
5) We fired our cannon till the         
   barrel melted down,                      
So we grabbed an alligator and we       
   poured an other round.               
We put the ball between his teeth       
   and powdered his behind,             
And when we touched the powder off      
   the 'gator lost his mind.            
                                        
Chorus                                  
6) They ran through the briars and      
   they ran through the brambles,       
And they ran through the bushes         
   where a rabbit couldn't go.          
They ran so fast that the hounds        
   couldn't catch 'em,                  
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf     
   of Mexico.                           

16            NOAH                      
                                        
The Lord told Noah' there's gonna       
  be a floody, floody.                  
The Lord told Noah' there's gonna       
  be a floody, floody.                  
Get those animals out of the muddy,     
  muddy,                                
Children of the Lord.                   
                                        
Chorus:                                 
Oh rise and shout and give God your     
  glory, glory.                         
Oh rise and shout and give God your     
  glory, glory.                         
Oh rise and shout and give God your     
  glory, glory.                         
Children of the lord.                   
                                        
So Noah, he built him, he built him     
  an arky, arky.                        
So Noah, he built him, he built him     
  an arky, arky.                        
Built it out of Hickory barky,          
  barky.                                
Children of the Lord.                   
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
The animals they came on, they came     
  on by twosies, twosies.               
The animals they came on, they came     
  on by twosies, twosies.                    
Elephants and kangaroosies,                
  roosies.                              
Children of the Lord.                   
                                                 
Chorus                                      
                                        
It rained and poured for forty          
  daysies, daysies.                     
It rained and poured for forty          
  daysies, daysies.                     
All most drove those animals crazy,     
  crazy.                                
Children of the Lord.                   
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
The sun came out and dried up the       
  landy, landy.                         
The sun came out and dried up the       
  landy, landy.                         
Everything was fine and dandy,          
  dandy Children of the Lord.           
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
17     GING GANG GOOLEE                 
Divide the group into two halves.       
Sing the song through once. Keep        
one group singing "oompah" and          
start the second group singing          
"ging gang goolee. When the second      
group comes to "hayla" the entire       
group sings together. Then switch       
parts. At the last shally wally,        
stop at Oom. (cut off cold)                                             
                                        
Ging gang goolee, goolee, goolee,       
  goolee, watcha,                       
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.           
Ging gang goolee, goolee, goolee,       
  goolee, watcha,                       
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.           
Ohh, hayla, oh hayla shayla,            
Hayla shayla, shayla,                   
Oh ho Hayla, oh hayla shayla,           
Hayla shayla, shayla, oh.               
Shally wally, Shally wally,             
Shally wally, Shally wally,             
Oompah, Oompah, Oompah, Oompah.         
                                        
18        SUNNY SIDE                    
                                        
Sing chorus between each knock          
knock joke.                             
                                        
Stay on the sunny side, Always on       
the sunny side, Stay on the sunny       
side of life. You'll feel no pain       
as we drive you insane, If you'll       
stay on the sunny side of life.         
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Dwain.                                  
Dwain who?                              
Dwain the bathtub I'm dwowning.         
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Tick.                                   
Tick who?                               
Tick 'em up I' a tongue-tied wobber     
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Chesterfield.                           
Chesterfield my leg and I had to        
slap him.                               
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Pink Panther.                           
Pink Panther who?                       
Pink Panther not my thtyle.             
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Abraham Lincoln.                        
Abraham Lincoln who?                    
Don't you know who Abraham Lincoln      
was?                                    
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
George Washington.                      
George Washington who?                  
You really don't know much, do you?     
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Urinalysis.                             
Urinalysis who?                         
You're in Alice's Restaurant.           
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Ether.                                  
Ether who?                              
Ether bunny.                            
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Nother.                                 
Nother who?                             
Nother ether bunny.                     
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Stella.                                 
Stella who?                             
Stella nother ether bunny.              
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Consumption.                            
Consumption who?                        
Consumption be done about all these     
ether bunnies.                          
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Cargo.                                  
Cargo who?                              
Cargo beep beep and run over all        
the ether bunnies.                      
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Boo.                                    
Boo who?                                
Don't cry, ether bunny be back next     
  year.                                 
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Amos.                                   
Amos who?                               
A mosquito bit me.                      
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Stella.                                 
Stella who?                             
Stella nother mosquito bit me.          
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Andy.                                   
Andy who?                               
Andy nother mosquito bit me.            
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Consumption.                            
Consumption who?                        
Consumption be done about all these     
mosquitoes?                             
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Oswald.                                 
Oswald Who?                             
Oswald my gum.                          
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Sara.                                   
Sara Who?                               
Sara doctor in the house?               
                                      
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Adolph.                                 
Adolph who?                             
Adolph ball hit me in the mouth and     
that's why I talk this way.             
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Little old lady.                        
Little old lady who?                    
I didn't know you could yodel!          
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Gladys.                                 
Gladys who?                             
Gladys Friday.                          
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Orange.                                 
Orange who?                             
Orange you glad its almost over?        
                                        
Knock! Knock!                           
Who's there?                            
Dishes.                                 
Dishes who?                             
Dishes the end.                         
                                        
19     TWELVE DAYS OF SUMMER CAMP       
                                        
Tune: "The twelve days of Christmas"                              
                                        
On the first day of summer camp My      
mother sent to me... A box of           
oatmeal cookies.                        
                                        
On the second day of summer camp My     
mother sent to me... Two T-shirts,      
And a box of oatmeal cookies.           
                                        
On the third day of summer camp My      
mother sent to me... Three pairs of     
socks, Two T-shirts, And a box of       
oatmeal cookies.                        
                                        
On the fourth day of summer camp My     
mother sent to me... Four woolen        
caps, etc.                              
                                        
Five underpants,                                             
                                        
Six postage stamps,                     
                                        
Seven nose warmers,                     
                                        
Eight Batman comics,                    
                                        
Nine bars of soap,                      
                                        
Ten Band-aids,                          
                                        
Eleven shoestrings,                     
                                        
Twelve bottles of insect repellent,     
                                        
20          SLEEPY CAMPER               
                                        
What do you do with a sleepy            
  camper?                               
What do you do with a sleepy            
  camper?                               
What do you do with a sleepy camper     
Early in the morning?                   
                                        
Chorus:                                 
Way hey late, ye risers. Way hey        
  late, ye risers.                      
Way hey late, ye risers.                
Early in the morning.                   
                                        
Pull him out of bed with a running      
  bowline.                              
Pull him out of bed with a running      
  bowline.                              
Pull him out of bed with a running      
  bowline Early in the morning.         
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Throw him in the lake with his          
  pants on backwards.                   
Throw him in the lake with his          
  pants on backwards.                   
Throw him in the lake with his          
  pants on backwards                    
Early in the morning.                   
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Put him in to bed an hour sooner.       
Put him in to bed an hour sooner.       
Put him in to bed an hour sooner.       
Early in the evening.                   
                                        
                                          
                                        
21         THE SWIMMING HOLE            
                                        
(There is an action for each line,      
when you get to the end you start       
over leaving out the words, one         
line at a time, until at the end,       
no words.)                              
                                        
Swimming, Swimming, in the swimming     
  hole,                                 
When days are hot, when days are        
  cold, in the swimming hole.           
Breast stroke, side stroke, fancy       
  diving too...                          
Don't you wish you never had            
  anything else to do?                  
                                        
22      OH, SUSANNA                     
                                        
I come from Alabama,                    
With my banjo on my knee;               
I'm goin' to Louisiana,                 
My true love for to see.                
It rained all night the day I left,     
The weather it was dry;                 
The sun so hot I froze to death;        
Susanna, don't you cry.                 
                                        
Chorus:                                 
Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for      
  me;                                   
I've come from Alabama,                 
With my banjo on my knee.               
Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for      
  me;                                   
I've come from Alabama,                 
With my banjo on my knee.               
                                        
I had a dream the other night,          
When everything was still;              
I thought I saw Susanna A-commin'       
  down the hill.                        
The buckwheat cake was in her           
  mouth,                                
The tear was in her eye;                
Says I, I'm commin' from the South;     
Susanna, don't you cry.                 
                                        
Chorus                                  

3         Alouette                      
                                        
(All sing the first four lines,         
then the leader sings and the group     
repeats eg: Et la tete, (repeat:)       
et la tete.)                            
                                        
Alouette, gentilie alouette,            
Alouette, jete plumerai.                
Jete plumerai la tete, Jete             
  plumerai la tete.                     
Et la tete, (Et la tete), Alouette;     
  (Alouette). Ohhh!                     
                                        
Alouette, gentilie alouette,            
Alouette, jete plumerai.                
Jete plumerai le bec, Jete plumerai     
  le bec. Et le bec, (Et le bec).       
Et la tete, (Et la tete). Alouette,     




(Alouette). Ohhh!                       
                                        
Alouette, gentilie alouette,            
Alouette, jete plumerai.                
Jete plumerai le nez, Jete plumerai     
  le nez. Et le nez, (Et le nez).       
Et le bec, (Et le bec). Et la tete,     
(Et la tete).                           
                                        
Alouette, gentilie alouette,            
Alouette, jete plumerai.                
Jete plumerai le cou, Jete plumerai     
                                        
  le cou. Et le cou, (Et le cou).       
Et le nez, (Et le nez). Et le bec,      
(Et le bec). Et la tete, (Et la         
  tete).                                
Alouette, (Alouette). Ohhh!             
                                        
Alouette, gentilie alouette,            
Alouette, jete plumerai.                
Jete plumerai le dos, Jete plumerai     
  le dos. Et le dos, (Et le dos).       
Et le cou, (Et le cou). Et le nez,      
(Et le nez). Et le bec, (Et le          
  bec).                                 
Et la tete, (Et la tete).               
Alouette, (Alouette). Ohhh!             
                                        
24     WALTZING MATILDA                 
                                        
Note: the third line of each verse      
becomes the third line in the Chorus.   
                                        
Once a jolly swagman camped by a        
  billabong,                            
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,     
And he sang as he watched, and          
  waited till his billy boiled,         
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda        
  with me."                             

Chorus:                                 
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,     
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with     
  me.                                   
And he sang as he watched and           
  waited till his billy boiled.         
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda        
  with me!"                             
                                        
Down came a jumbuck to drink beside     
  the billabong,                        
Up jumped the swagman and seized        
  him with glee;                        
And he sang as he talked to that        
  jumbuck in his tuckerbag;             
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda        
  with me."                             
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Down came the stockman, riding on       
  his thoroughbred;                     
Down came the troopers one, two,        
  three.                                
"Where's the jolly jumbuck, you've      
  got in your tuckerbag?                
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda,       
  with me."                             
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Up jumped the swagman and plunged       
  into the billabong,                   
"You'll never catch me alive,"          
  cried he.                             
And his ghost may be heard as you       
  ride beside the billabong,            
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda,       
  with me."                             
                                        
                                        
25    THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND            
                                        
This land is your land, this land       
  is my land,                           
From California to the New York         
  Island,                               
From the redwood forest to the Gulf     
  Stream waters,                        
This land was made for you and me.      
                                        
As I went walking that ribbon of        
  highway,                              
I saw above me that endless skyway,     
I saw below me that golden valley,      
This land was made for you and me.      
                                        
I roamed and rambled, and I             
  followed my footsteps,                
To the sparkling sands of her           
  diamond deserts,                      
And all around me, a voice was          
  sounding.                             
This land was made for you and me.      
                                        
When the sun came shining, then I       
  was strolling,                        
And the wheat fields waving, and        
  the dust clouds rolling,              
A voice was chanting as the fog was     
  lifting,                              
This land was made for you and me.      
                                        
26      CLEMENTINE                      
                                        
In a cavern, in a canyon,               
Excavating for a mine,                  
Lived a miner, Fourty-niner,            
And his daughter, Clementine.           
                                        
Chorus:                                 
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,           
Oh my darling Clementine,               
You are lost and gone forever,          
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.             
Light she was and like a fairy,         
And her shoes were number nine;         
Herring boxes, without topses,          
Sandals were for Clementine.            
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Drove she ducklings to the water,       
Ev'ry morning just at nine;             
Hit her foot against a splinter,        
Fell into the foaming brine.            
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Saw her lips above the water,           
Blowing bubbles, mighty fine;           
But alas! I am no swimmer,              
So I lost my Clementine.                
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
In a corner of the churchyard,          
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,        
Grow the roses and the posies,          
Fertilized by Clementine.               
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
 When the miner fourty-niner,            
Soon began to peak and pine,            
Thought he oughter "jine" his           
  daughter,                             
Now he's with his Clementine.           
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
In my dreams she still doth haunt       
  me                                    
Robed in garments soaked in brine,      
Though in life I used to hug her,       
Now she's dead I draw the line.         
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Now you Boy Scouts, learn a lesson,     
From this tragic tale of mine:          
Artificial respiration would have       
  saved My Clementine.                  
                                        
27   THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW            
                                        
Notes: Sing as a group song using a     
new Mother Goose rhyme each time        
you sing the chorus, substituting       
"She threw it out the window" for       
the last line of each rhyme and         
making throwing motions with arms.      
                                        
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cup-     
  board                                 
To get her poor dog a bone.             
When she got there the cupboard was     
  bare,                                 
So she threw it out the window!         
The window, the second story            
  window!                               
With a heave and a ho and a mighty      
  throw,                                
She through it out the window!          
                                        
Mary had a little lamb,                 
It's fleece was white as snow.          
And every where that mary went,         
She threw it out the window!            
The window, the second story            
  window!                               
With a heave and a ho and a mighty      
  throw,                                
She through it out the window!          
                                        
Variation:  Divide the group into       
two or more teams.One team starts       
by singing a rhyme. As soon as one      
team finishes, another starts. A        
team is eliminated if it fails to       
start singing as soon as it's turn      
comes.                                  

28    JOHNNIE VERBECK                   
                                        
Once there was a Dutchman,              
His name was Johnnie Verbeck.           
He ran a kosher deli,                   
Selling sausages and spec.              
He made the finest sausages             
That ever you did see.                  
But one day he invented,                
A sausage making machine.               
                                        
Chorus:                                 
                                        
Oh, Johnnie Verbeck, Oh, Johnnie        
  Verbeck,                              
How could you be so mean?               
I told you you'd be sorry for           
  inventing that machine.               
Now all the neighbors' cats and         
  dogs                                  
Will never more be seen,                
They'll all be ground to sausages       
In Johnnie Verbeck's machine.           
One day a little fat boy                
Came walking in the store,              
He bought a pound of sausages           
And put them on the floor.              
The boy began to whistle,               
He whistled up a tune,                  
And all the little sausages             
Went dancing 'round the room.           
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
One day the machine got busted,         
The darned thing wouldn't go.           
So Johnnie Verbeck, he crawled          
  inside to see what made it so.        
Mrs. Verbeck had a nightmare,           
And walking in her sleep,               
She gave the crank a deuce of a         
  yank                                  
And Johnnie Verbeck was meat.           
                                        
Chorus                                  
 29        MY BONNIE                     
                                        
Action version: Stand up un the         
first word that starts with a "b".      
Then sit down on the next "b" word      
and so on. The whole group should       
end the song sitting down.              
                                        
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,          
My Bonnie lies over the sea.            
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,          
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me.         
Bring back, bring back,                 
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me,         
   to me.                               
Bring back, bring back,                 
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me.         
                                        
Variations: instead of doing the        
action version, sing these              
additional verses.                      
                                        
Last night as I lay on my pillow,       
Last night as I lay on my bed,          
I stuck my feet out of the window,      
Next morning my neighbors were          
   dead.                                
                                        
Bring back, bring back, Oh, bring       
back my neighbors to me, to me.         
Bring back, bring back, Oh, bring       
back my neighbors to me.                
                                        
My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank,     
The height of its contents to see.      
I lighted a match to assist her,        
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.         
                                        
Bring back,bring back,                  
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me,         
   to me.                               
Bring back,bring back,                  
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.                                                   
                                        
My breakfast lies over the ocean,       
My luncheon lies over the rail.         
My supper lies in a commotion.          
Won't somebody bring me a pail?         
                                        
Please bring, please bring,             
Oh please bring a pail to me,           
   to me.                               
Please bring,please bring,              
Oh please bring a pail to me.           
                                        
Who knows what I had for breakfast?     
Who knows what I had for tea?           
Who knows what I had for supper?        
Just look out the window and see.       
Clams, clams, clams, clams,                            
Clams and ice cream don't agree         
   with me.                             
Clams, clams, clams, clams,             
Clams and ice cream don't agree         
   with me.                             
                                        
30     SHE'LL BE COMMIN'                
     'ROUND THE MOUNTAIN                
                                        
Sing each stanza making appropriate     
motions and sounds. Then at the end     
of each stanza, repeat all previous     
sounds and motions.                     
                                        
She'll be commin' 'round the            
  mountain when she comes,              
"Whoo, Whoo!"                           
She'll be commin' 'round the                           
  mountain when she comes,              
"Whoo, whoo!"                           
She'll be commin' 'round the            
  mountain                              
She'll be commin' 'round the            
  mountain                              
She'll be commin' 'round the            
  mountain when she comes,              
"Whoo, whoo!"                           
                                        
She'll be drivin' six white horses      
  when she comes,                       
"Whoa back!"                            
She'll be drivin' six white horses      
  when she comes,                       
"Whoa back!"                            
She'll be drivin' six white horses      
She'll be drivin' six white horses           
She'll be drivin' six white horses      
When she comes,                         
"Whoa back!, Whoo, Whoo!"               
                                        
We will all go out to meet her when     
  she comes,                            
Hi, Babe!"                              
We will all go out to meet her when     
  she comes,                            
"Hi, Babe!"                             
We will all go out to meet her we       
  will all go out to meet her           
We will all go out to meet her          
When she comes,                         
"Hi, Babe!, Whoa back!, Whoo, whoo!"    
  
We will kill the old red rooster        
  when she comes,                       
Hack, Hack!"                            
We will kill the old red rooster        
  when she comes,                       
"Hack, Hack!"                           
We will kill the old red rooster        
We will kill the old red rooster        
We will kill the old red rooster        
When she comes,                         
"Hack, Hack!, Hi Babe!, Whoa back!,     
Whoo, whoo!"                            
                                        
We will all have chicken an'            
  dumplings when she comes,             
"Yum, Yum!"                             
We will all have chicken an'            
  dumplings when she comes,             
"Yum, Yum!"                             
We will all have chicken an'            
  dumplings we will all have            
  chicken an' dumplings we will all     
  have chicken an' dumplings            
When she comes,                         
"Yum, Yum!, Hack Hack!, Hi Babe!,       
Whoa back!, Whoo, whoo!"                
                                        
31          RAVIOLI                     
                                        
Tune: Alouette                          
                                        
All: Ravioli, I like ravioli.           
     Ravioli, it's the best for me.     
                                        
Leader: Have I got it on my chin?       
                                        
All: Yes, You've got it on your         
     chin.                              
                                        
Leader: On my chin?                     
                                        
Chorus:                                 
All: On your chin. Oh-h-h-h-h           
     Ravioli, I like ravioli.           
     Ravioli, it's the best for me.     
                                             
(Continue with tie, shirt, pants,       
shoes, floor, walls. Point to the       
items as each new word is added by      
the song leader. each time the          
chorus is sung, the previous verses     
are sung in reverse order.)             
                                        
                                        
32     ROBERT BADEN POWELL              
                                        
Note: when you get to the end of        
each verse, the appropriate body        
part starts moving and continues to     
move until the end of the song.         

Robert Baden Powell had many scouts              
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell.    
I am one of them, and so are you.       
Let me tell you what to do...           
Right arm.                              
                                        
Robert Baden Powell had many scouts     
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell      
I am one of them, and so are you.       
Let me tell you what to do...           
Right arm, left arm.                    
                                        
Robert Baden Powell had many scouts     
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell     
I am one of them, and so are you.       
Let me tell you what to do...           
Right arm, left arm, right leg.         
Robert Baden Powell had many scouts     
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell     
I am one of them, and so are you.       
Let me tell you what to do...           
Right arm, left arm, right leg,         
  left leg.                             
                                        
Robert Baden Powell had many scouts     
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell     
I am one of them, and so are you.       
Let me tell you what to do...           
Right arm, left arm, right leg,         
  left leg, Stand up, sit down,         
The end.                                
                                        
33      LITTLE BUNNY FOO-FOO            
                                        
All: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping      
through the forest, scoopin' up the     
field mice and boppin' them on the      
head.                                   
Down came the good Fairy, and she       
said: "Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I          
don't want to see you, scoopin' up      
the field mice and boppin' them on      
the head."                              
                                        
Leader: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, she       
said, I'm going to give you three       
chances, and if you continue to         
scoop up the field mice and bop         
them on the head, I'm going to turn     
you into a goon! Next day...            
                                        
All: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping      
through the forest, scoopin' up the     
field mice and boppin' them on the      
head.                                   
Down came the good Fairy, and           

she said: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I       
don't want to see you, scoopin' up      
the field mice and boppin' them on       
the head.                               
                                        
Leader: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, she       
said, I gave you three chances, and     
now you only have two left. If you      
continue to scoop up the field mice     
and bop them on the head, I'm going     
to turn you into a goon! Next day...    
                                        
All: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping      
through the forest, scoopin' up the     
field mice and boppin' them on the      
head.                                   
Down came the good Fairy, and           
she said: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I       
don't want to see you, scoopin' up      
the field mice and boppin' them on      
The head.                               
                                        
Leader: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, she       
said, I gave you three chances, and     
now you only have two left. If you      
continue to scoop up the field mice     
and bop them on the head, I'm going     
to turn you into a goon! Next day...    
                                        
All: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping      
through the forest, scoopin' up the     
field mice and boppin' them on the      
head.                                   
Down came the good Fairy, and she       
said: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't     
want to see you, Scoopin' up the        
field mice and boppin' them on          
the head.                               
                                        
Leader: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, she       
said, I gave you three chances, and     
now you only have one left. If you      
continue to scoop up the field mice     
and bop them on the head, I'm going     
to turn you into a goon! Next day...    
                                        
All: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping      
through the forest, scoopin' up the     
field mice and boppin' them on the      
head.                                   
Down came the good Fairy, and           
she said: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I       
don't want to see you, scoopin' up      
the field mice and boppin' them on      
the head.                               
                                        
Leader: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, she       
said, I gave you three chances, and     
now you've used them all up. so now     
I'm going to have to turn you into      
a goon!  POOF, GOON!                    
                                        
The moral: Hare today, Goon             
tomorrow!                               
                                        
34     THE GRAND OLD DUKE OF YORK       
                                        
Tune: "A Hunting We Will Go"            
                                        
Note: First time through, Just sing     
the song, to be sure all know it,       
then when the word up is sung,          
everyone stands up, and when the        
word down is sung, everyone sits        
down. Go through the song several times,
getting faster each time.               
                                        
The Grand Old Duke of York,             
He had ten thousand men.                
He marched them up the hill, and        
  then he marched them down again.      
And when they're up they're up.         
And when they're down they're down,     
But when they're only halfway up,       
They're neither up nor down.          
                                        
35        PINK PAJAMAS                  
                                        
Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic       
                                        
I wear my pink pajamas in the           
  summer when it's hot.                 
I wear my flannel nighties in the       
  winter when it's not.                 
And sometimes in the springtime,        
  and sometimes in the fall,            
I jump between the sheets with          
  nothing on at all.                    
                                        
CHORUS:                                 
Glory, glory, Hallelujah;               
Glory, glory, what's it to ya.          
Balmy breezes blowing through ya,       
With nothing on at all.                 
                                        
                                        
36   SCOUTING SPIRIT                    
                                        
Tune: "Joy in my Heart"                 
                                        
I've got that Scouting Spirit,          
Up in my head, Up in my head,           
Up in my head,                          
I've got that Scouting Spirit,          
Up in my head,                          
Up in my head, to stay.                 
                                        
I've got that Scouting Spirit,          
Deep in my heart,                       
Deep in my heart,                       
Deep in my heart, I've got that         
  Scouting Spirit,                      
Deep in my heart,                       
Deep in my heart, to stay.              
                                        
I've got that Scouting Spirit,          
Down in my feet, Down in my feet,       
Down in my feet,                        
I've got that Scouting Spirit,          
Down in my feet ,                       
Down in my feet , to stay.              
                                        
I've got that Scouting Spirit,          
All over me, all over me,               
All over me, I've got that Scouting     
  Spirit, All over me,                  
All over me, to stay.                   
I've got that Scouting Spirit,          
Up in my head, Deep in my heart,        
Down in my feet,                        
I've got that Scouting Spirit,          
All over me,                            
All over me, to stay.                   
                                        
                                        
37       HIKING                         
                                        
Tune: "Caisson Song"                    
                                        
Over hill, over dale,                   
We will hit the green-wood trail,       
As the Boy scouts go hiking along.      
In and out, all around, You will        
never see us frown, As the Boy          
Scouts go hiking along.                 
                                        
And it's hi! hi! hee!                   
The B.S.A.'s for me,                    
Shout out our name and shout it         
  strong.                               
Where ever we go, you will always       
  know,                                 
That the Boy Scouts go hiking along.    
                                        
38         SHAVING CREAM                
                                        
I have a sad story to tell you,         
It may hurt your feelings a bit.        
Last night when I walked into my        
  bathroom,                             
I stepped in a big pile of ...          
                                        
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and          
  clean, shave every day and you'll     
  always look keen.                     
                                        
A baby fell out of the window,          
You'ld think that her head would be     
  split,                                
But good luck was with her that         
morning, she fell in a barrel of...     
                                        
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and          
  clean shave every day and you'll      
  always look keen.                     

An old lady died in the bath tub.       
She died from a terrible fit.           
In order to fulfill her wishes,         
She was buried in six feet of...        
                                        
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and          
  clean Shave every day and you'll      
  always look keen.                     
                                        
I went for a hike with Troop 80,        
At lunch time I looked in my kit,       
I thought I would find me a             
  sandwich,                             
But the darned thing was loaded         
  with...                               
                                        
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and          
  clean Shave every day and you'll      
  always look keen.                     
                                        
While watching a swell game of          
  baseball,                             
One player got him a nice hit.          
While on his way down to first base,    
He stepped in a big pile of...          
                                        
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and          
  clean Shave every day and you'll      
  always look keen.                     
                                        
Our baby got into some peaches,         
We thought he had swallowed a pit.      
Next morning we looked in his             
  diaper,                               
But the darned thing was loaded         
  with...                               
                                        
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and          
  clean shave every day and             
  you'll always look keen.              
                                        
And now folks my story is ended,        
I think it is time I should quit,       
If any of you feel offended,            
Stick your head in a bucket of...       
                                        
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and          
  clean Shave every day and you'll      
  always look keen.                     
                                        
39   GEE, MA I WANNA GO HOME            
                                        
Note: This song needs to be             
personalized each time it is used.      
Name staffers or things particular      
to your specific camp experience.       
the important thing is to keep the      
rhythm for each stanza and have fun     
with it.                                
                                        

The biscuits that they have here        
They say are mighty fine,               
But one rolled off the table            
And killed a friend of mine.            
                                        
Chorus:                                 
                                        
Oh, I don't want no more of Cooper*     
life, Gee, Ma I wanna go home.          
                                        
The staffers that they have here        
The say are mighty fine,                
The one that teaches swimming           
He looks like Frankenstein.             
                                        
The chicken at Camp Cooper*,            
They say is mighty fine,                
But once two drumsticks got up,         
And started beating time.               
                                        
*Insert camp name. These should be      
enough examples to get you going.       
                                        
                                        
40      OLD KING COLE                   
                                        
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul     
and a merry old soul was he.            
He called for his pipe and he called    
  for his bowl, and he called for his   
Tenderfoots three.                      
                                        
Rooty-Tooty-Tooty-Tooty-Toot!           
Said the Tenderfoots,                   
Merry men are we! And there's none      
  so fair as can compare with the       
  boys from C.P.C.                      
                                        
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul     
and a merry old soul was he.            
He called for his pipe and he called    
  for his bowl, and he called for his   
Second Class three.                     
                                        
Ring-A-Ding Ring-A-Ding Ding, said      
  the Second Class,                     
Rooty-Tooty-Tooty-Tooty-Toot! said      
  the Tenderfoots,                      
Merry men are we!                       
And there's none so fair as can         
  compare with the boys from C.P.C.     
                                        
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul     
and a merry old soul was he.            
He called for his pipe and he called    
  for his bowl, and he called for his   
First Class three.                      
                                        
HIIIIGH-YYYUP!! Said the First          
  Class                                 
Ring-A-Ding Ring-A-Ding Ding! Said      
the Second Class, Rooty-Tooty-Tooty-    
Tooty-Toot!                             
Said the Tenderfoots,  Merry men        
  are we!                               
And there's none so fair as can         
  compare with the boys from C.P.C.     
                                        
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul     
and a merry old soul was he.            
He called for his pipe and he called    
  for his bowl, and he called for his   
Life Scouts three.                      
                                        
Here We Go Again! Said the Life         
Scouts, HIIIIGH YYYUPP!! Said the       
First Class, Ring-A-Ding Ring-A-        
Ding Ding! Said the Second Class,       
Rooty-Tooty-Tooty-Tooty-Toot! Said      
the Tenderfoots,                        
Merry men are we!                       
And there's none so fair as can         
  compare with the boys from C.P.C.     
                                        
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul     
and a merry old soul was he.            
He called for his pipe and he called    
for his bowl, and he called for his     
Eagle Scouts three.                     
                                        
Where's my Big White Horse!! Said       
the Eagle Scouts, Here We go again!     
Said the Life Scouts, HIIIIGH           
YYYUPP!! Said the First Class,          
Ring-A-Ding Ring-A-Ding Ding! Said      
the Second Class, Rooty-Tooty-          
Tooty-Tooty-Toot! Said the              
Tenderfoots,                            
Merry men are we!                       
And there's none so fair as can         
  compare with the boys from C.P.C.     
                                        
                                        
41     ROLL OUT THE BARREL              
                                        
Roll out the barrel,                    
We'll have a barrel of fun.             
Roll out the barrel,                    
We've got the blues on the run.         
Sing boom-ta-ra-ra                      
Sing out a song of good cheer,          
Now's the time to roll the barrel       
For the gang's all here.                
                                        
42     California Here I Come           
                                        
California here I come,                 
Right back where I started from.        
Where towers of flowers bloom in        
  the sun,                              
Each morning at dawning Birdies         
  sing and everything,                  
A sunkist miss said,                    
"Don't be late,"                        
That's why I can hardly wait,           
Open up that golden gate,                                      
California, here I come.                

43   Deep In The Heart Of Texas         
                                        
The stars at night are big and          
  bright,                               
Deep in the heart of Texas;              
The prairie sky is wide and high,       
Deep in the heart of Texas.             
The sage in bloom is like perfume,      
Deep in the heart of Texas;             
Reminds me of the one I love,           
Deep in the heart of Texas.             
The coyotes wail along the trail,       
Deep in the heart of Texas;             
The rabbits rush around the brush,      
Deep in the heart of Texas.             
The cowboys cry, "Ki-Yip-Pee-Yi",       
Deep in the heart of Texas;             
The doggies bawl, and bawl and bawl,    
Deep in the heart of Texas.             
                                        
44   HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH         
        (A LETTER FROM CAMP)            
                                        
TUNE:Dance of the Hours                 
                                        
Hello Muddah, hello Faddah,             
Here I am at camp Grenada.              
Camp is very entertaining,              
And they say we'll have some fun if      
it stops raining.                       
                                        
I went hiking with Joe Spivey,          
He developed poison ivy.                
You remember Leonard Skinner,           
He got Ptomaine poisoning last          
night after dinner.                     
                                        
All the counsellors hate the            
  waiters,                              
And the lake has alligators.            
And the head coach wants no sissies,    
So he reads to us from something        
  called Ulysses.                       
                                        
Now I don't want this should scare      
  ya',                                  
But my bunkmate has Malaria.            
You remember Jeffery Hardy,             
They're about to organize a             
  searching party.                      
                                        
Take me home, oh Muddah, Faddah,        
Take me home, I hate Grenada.           
Don't leave me out in the forest        
  where,                                
I might get eaten by a bear.            
Take me home,                           
I promise I will not make noise, or     
  mess the house with other boys,       
Oh please don't make me stay,           
I've been here one whole day...         
                                        
Dearest Muddah, Darling Faddah,         
How's my precious little bruddah?       
Let me come home if you miss me,        
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and    
  kiss me !                             
                                        
Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing,    
Guys are swimming, Guys are sailing!     
Playing baseball, gee that's bettah,    
Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this    
  letter!!!                             
                                        
45     Mairzy Doats                     
                                        
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and         
liddle lamzy divey,                     
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?      
                                        
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 dozey doats and    
  liddle lamzy divey,                   
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?      
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?      
                                        
46     Sixteen Tons                     
                                        
Some people say a man is made out       
  of mud,                               
A poor man's made out of muscle         
  and blood,                            
Muscle and blood and skin and bones,    
A mind that's weak and a back that's    
  strong.                               

CHORUS:                                 
You load sixteen tons and what do       
  you get?                              
Another day older and deeper in         
  debt.                                 
St. Peter don't you call me 'cause      
  I can't go,                           
I owe my soul to the company store.     
                                        
I was born one morning when the sun     
  didn't shine,                         
I picked up my shovel and walked to     
  the mine,                             
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine    
  coal,                                 
And the strong boss said, "Well,        
  bless my soul."                       
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
I was born one morning it was           
  drizzling rain,                       
Fighting and trouble are my middle      
  name,                                 
I was raised in a cave, by an old       
  mama lion,                            
C'aint no high tone woman make me       
  walk the line.                        
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
If you see me coming, better step       
  aside,                                
A lot of men didn't and a lot of        
  men died.                             
One fist of iron, the other of          
  steel,                                
If the right one don't get you,         
  then the left on will.                
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
47  JOHN HENRY (STEEL DRIVIN' MAN)      
                                        
When John Henry was just a little       
  baby boy,                             
No bigger than the palm of your hand,   
His mammy looked down at John Henry     
  and said:                             
My Johnny' be a steel drivin' man,      
  Lord, Lord,                           
My Johnny' be a steel drivin' man.      
John Henry said to the captain,         
"Captain, why don't you learn to        
  swing.                                
I'm drivin' forty nine pounds from      
  my hip bottom down,                   
Love to hear that cold steel ring,      
  Lord, Lord,                           
Love to hear that cold steel ring."     
John Henry had a pretty little          
  woman, and her name was Polly Ann.    
John Henry took sick and had to go      
  to bed,                               
Polly drove steel like a man, Lord,     
  Lord,                                 
Polly drove steel like a man.           
                                        
John Henry went up on a mountain,       
  that steam hammer by his side,        
But he'd beat that drill through to     
  the end of the line,                  
When he laid down his hammer and he     
  cried, Lord, Lord,                    
He laid down his hammer and he cried.   
                                        
John Henry drove steel round that       
  mountain, till the hammer put out     
  fire.                                 
For that very last word I hear John     
  Henry say, A cool glass of water      
  I'm gonna die, Lord, Lord,            
A cool glass of water I'm gonna         
  die.                                  
                                        
Well they buried John Henry in the      
  graveyard,                            
They lay him six feet under the         
  sand,                                 
Every time a freight train go           
  rollin' on by,                        
They say yonder lies a steel            
  drivin' man, Lord, Lord,              
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man.        
                                        
                                        
48     FORTY ACRES                        
                                        
He was headed into Boston in a big      
  old diesel truck                      
It was his first shift and he was       
  havin' lots of luck.                  
He went the wrong direction down        
  a one way street in town.             
And this is what he said when the police
  chased him down.                      
                                        
CHORUS:                                 
Give me 40 acres and I'll turn this     
  rig around.                           
It's the easiest way that I've found.   
Some guys can turn it on a dime or      
  turn it right downtown,               
But I need 40 acres to turn this        
  rig around.                           

When he finally found where to          
  unload, he had a dreadful shock.      
His trailer pointed to the road,        
And his cab right to the dock.          
And as he looked around him,            
  through his tears he made this        
  sound:                                
Give me 40 acres and I'll turn this     
  rig around.                           
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
When he finally got unloaded, he        
  was asked to leave the town.          
He was very, very happy, going back     
  to Alabam.                            
When up ahead he saw a sign said,       
you are northward bound.                
Give me 40 acres and I'll turn          
  this rig around.                      
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
He was drivin' down the right lane      
when ahead he saw a sign,               
He had to make a left turn, but he      
  could not get in line.                
The tears were streamin' down his       
  cheeks and they all heard him yell:   
Give me 40 sticks of dynamite 'n I'll   
  blow this rig to...                   
Give me 40 acres and I'll turn this     
  rig around.                           
It's the easiest way that I've          
  found.                                
Some guys can turn it on a dime or      
  turn it right downtown;               
But I need 40 acres to turn this        
  rig around.                           
                                        
49     THE BOLL WEEVEL SONG             
           Brook Benton                 
Spoken:
Let me tell you a story about a         
boll weevel Now some of you may not     
know, but a boll weevel is an           
insect And he's found mostly where      
cotton grows Now where they come        
from, nobody really knows But this      
is the way the story goes.              
                                        
The farmer said to the boll weevel,     
I see you're on my square.              
The boll weevel said to the farmer,     
Yep, my whole darn family's here.       
We gotta have a home, we gotta have     
a home.                                 
                                        
The farmer said to the boll weevel;     
Say, why'd you pick my farm?            
The weevel just laughed at the farmer   
  and said;                             
We ain't gonna do much harm.            
We're lookin for a ho o o o o ome.      
                                        
And the boll weevel spied him a         
lightnin' bug.                          
He said; yea, I'd like to make a        
  trade with you,                       
Cuz' you see, if I was a lightnin' bug, 
I'd search the whole night through.     
A searchin' for a home I'd have me      
plenty of homes.                        
                                        
And the boll weevel called the          
farmer and said;                        
You better sell your old machines       
'Cause when I'm through with your       
  cotton, heh,                          
You can't even buy gasoline.            
                                        
I wanna take me a home, gotta have      
a home.                                 
                                        
And the boll weevel said to the         
  farmer;                               
Say farmer, I'd like to wish you        
  well.                                 
Farmer said to the boll weevel;         
Yea, 'n I wish that you went to...      
Lookin' for a home, lookin' for a       
  home.                                 
                                        
Ah, you'd have a home all right,        
you'd have a real hot home.             
                                        
50    BLOWING IN THE WIND               
                                        
How many roads must a man walk down     
Before they call him a man?             
How many seas must a white dove sail    
Before she can sleep in the sand?       
How many times must a cannon ball       
  fly.                                  
Before they're forever banned?          
                                        
CHORUS:                                 
The answer my friend, is blowing in     
  the wind,                             
The answer is blowing in the wind.      
                                        
How many years can a mountain exist     
Before it is washed to the sea?         
How many years can some people exist    
Before they're allowed to be free?      
How many times can a man turn his       
head And pretend that he just           
doesn't see?                            

CHORUS                                  
                                        
How many times must a man look up       
Before he can see the sky?              
How many ears can one man have          
Before he can hear people cry?          
How many deaths will it take till       
He learns that too many people have     
  died?                                 
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
51     DAY-O                            
                                        
CHORUS:                                 
Day-O, Day-O,                           
Daylight come and me wan' go home,      
Day-O, Day-O,                           
Daylight come and me wan' go home.      
                                        
Work all night on a drink of rum        
Daylight come and me wan' go home.      
Stock bananas till the morning          
  come,                                 
Daylight come and me wan' go home.      
                                        
Come Mr. Tally man, Tally me            
  bananas,                              
Daylight come and me wan' go home.      
(repeat)                                
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
Pick six foot, seven foot, eight        
  foot bunch,                           
Daylight come and me wan' go home.      
(repeat)                                
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
A beautiful bunch of ripe banana,       
Daylight come and me wan' go home.      
Hide the deadly black tarantula.        
Daylight come and me wan' go home.      
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
                                        
52     THE ANTS GO MARCHING             
                                        
The ants go marching one by one         
  hurrah, hurrah,                       
The ants go marching one by one         
  hurrah, hurrah,                       
The ants go marching one by one,        
The little one stopped to suck his      
  thumb, And they all go marching       
Down to the ground, to the earth.       
Boom, boom, boom, boom.                 
                                        
Two by two - to tie his shoe            
Three by three - to scratch his knee    
Four by four - to shut the door         
Five by five - to dance and jive        
Six by six - to pick up sticks          
Seven by seven - to look to heaven      
Eight by eight - to shut the gate       
Nine by nine - to have a shoe shine     
Ten by ten - he want's to start         
  again!!!                              
                                        
53     BOA-CONSTRICTOR                  
                                        
I'm being swallowed by a boa-           
  constrictor,                          
I'm being swallowed by a boa-           
  constrictor,                          
And I don't like it one little bit.     
Oh, no, he's got my toe,                
O gee, he's up to my knee,              
Oh, my, he's reached my thigh,          
O fiddle, he's at my middle,            
Oh heck, he's up to my neck,            
O dread, He's got my GULP!!!            
                                        
                                        
54   GREEN GRASS (THERE WAS A HOLE)     
 (repeat each line after leader)        
                                        
There was a hole The prettiest          
little hole that you ever did see,      
                                          
CHORUS: (ALL) And the green grass      
grew all around, all around, And         
the green grass grew all around.        
                                        
And in that hole There was a tree       
The prettiest little tree that you      
ever did see,                           
                                        
(ALL) And the tree was in the hole,      
And the hole was in the ground,         
                                        
CHORUS  (ALL)                          
                                        
CONTINUE ADDING ONE LINE AT A TIME      
                                        
Now on that tree there was a branch...  
the prettiest little etc...             
...limb on the tree                     
...nest on the limb                     
...egg in the nest                      
...bird in the egg                      
...wing on the bird                     
...feather on the wing                  
...bacteria on the feather              
                                        
LAST VERSE                              
                                        
And the bacteria 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 limb, And the limb      
was on the tree, And the tree was       
in the hole, And the hole was in        
the ground,                             
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
55     HOLE IN THE SEA                  
                                        
There's a hole in the bottom of the     
  sea,                                  
There's a hole in the bottom of the     
  sea,                                  
There's a hole, there's a hole,         
There's a hole in the bottom of         
  the sea.                              
                                        
There's a log in the hole in the        
  bottom of the sea,                    
There's a log in the hole in the        
  bottom of the sea,                    
There's a hole, there's a hole,         
There's a hole in the bottom of the     
  sea.                                  
                                        
There's a bump on the log in the        
hole ... etc.                              
                                        
There's a frog on the bump on the       
log ... etc.                            
                                        
There's a fly on the frog on the        
bump ... etc.                           
                                        
There's a wing on the fly on the        
frog ... etc.                           
                                        
There's a flea on the wing on the       
fly on the frog On the bump on the      
log in the hole in the bottom of        
the sea There's a hole, there's a       
hole, There's a hole in the bottom      
of the sea.                             
  56   I-VEE  (TUNE: MY BONNIE)           
                                        
My body has calomine lotion,            
My body's as sore as can be,            
The flowers I gathered for Granny,      
Turned out to be poison I-Vee.          
                                        
Don't touch, don't touch,               
You'll get a rash from I-Veee,          
  I-Vee                                 
It will, itch bad,                      
And it looks worse than ac-nee.         
                                        
                                        
57     ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI              
                                          
On top of spaghetti, all covered        
  with cheese,                          
I lost my poor meatball,                
When somebody sneezed.                  
                                        
It rolled off the table, and onto       
  the floor,                            
And then my poor meatball,              
Rolled out of the door.                 
                                        
It rolled in the garden, and under      
  a bush,                               
And then my poor meatball,              
Was nothing but mush.                   
                                        
The mush was as tasty as tasty          
  could be,                             
And early next summer,                  
It grew into a tree.                    
                                        
The tree was all covered with           
  beautiful moss,                       
It grew lovely meatballs,               
And tomato sauce.                       
                                        
So if you eat spaghetti, all            
  covered with cheese,                  
Hold on to your meatballs,              
And don't ever sneeze.                  
                                        
                                        
58     MOUNTAIN DEW                     
                                        
My uncle Bill has a still on the        
  hill,                                 
Where he runs off a gallon or two,      
The birds in the sky get so drunk       
  they can't fly,                       
In that good old mountain dew.          

CHORUS:                                 
They call it that good old              
mountain dew,                           
And them that refuse it are few,        
I'll hoist up my mug if you fill        
  up my jug,                            
With that good old mountain dew.        
                                        
My cousin Mort,                         
He's sawed off and short, He measures   
  just four foot two,                   
But he thinks he's a giant,             
  when you give him a pint of that      
  good old mountain dew.                
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
Down the raod here from me there's      
  a big hollow tree,                    
Where you lay down a dollar or two,     
You go 'round the bend, and come        
back again,                             
There's a jug of that good old          
mountain dew.                           
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
My brother Don has a still in the            
  john,                                 
Where he'll run off a gallon or two.    
When the Revenuers come rushin'         
He'd just give it a flush'n'            
There'd go that good old                
mountain dew.                           
                                        
Chorus                                  
                                        
Make up your own verses for other       
names!                                  
                                        
59     THERE'S A HOLE IN THE BUCKET     
                                        
Liza:  Henry! Fetch me some water!     
Henry: There's a hole in the           
        bucket dear Liza, dear Liza     
        There's a hole in the           
        bucket dear Liza, a hole.       
Liza:   Well, fix it dear Henry, dear   
        Henry, dear Henry, well,        
        fix it dear Henry, dear         
        Henry, fix it.                  
Henry: With what shall I fix it ...    
Liza: With a straw dear Henry ...     
Henry: The straw is too long ...       
Liza:  Well, cut it dear Henry ...     
Henry: With what shall I cut it ...    
Liza: With an axe dear Henry ...      
Henry: The axe is too dull dear Liza . 
Liza:  Well, sharpen it dear Henry ... 
Henry: With what shall I sharpen it ...
Liza:  With a stone dear Henry ...     
Henry: The stone is too dry dear Liza ...                         
Liza:  Well, wet it dear Henry ...     
Henry: With what shall I wet it ...   
Liza:  With water dear Henry ...       
Henry: In what shall I fetch it ...    
Liza:  In a bucket dear Henry ...      
Henry: There's a hole in the bucket,   
        dear Liza ...                   
                                        
                                        
60     ALICE THE CAMEL                  
                                        
Alice the camel has ten humps,          
Alice the camel has ten humps,          
Alice the camel has ten humps,          
Go Alice go. (hit hips)                 
                                        
Repeat verses down to no humps          
                                        
Alice the camel has no humps,           
Alice the camel has no humps,           
Alice the camel has no humps,           
Alice is a HORSE.                       
                                        
                                        
                                        
61  HEAD, SHOULDERS, KNEES AND TOES     
                                        
Head, shoulders, knees and toes,        
  knees and toes,                       
Head, shoulders, knees and toes,        
 knees and toes,                        
And eyes and ears and mouth and nose,   
Head, shoulders, knees and toes.        
  knees and toes.                       
                                        
Note: Touch each part of the body       
as you sing it. Second time leave       
out word "head", just touch it, and 
so on. Last verse will be all actions, no words.                               
                                        
                                        
62    ALONG CAME JONES                  
                                         
I plopped down in my easy chair         
And I turned on channel two.            
A bad gunslinger named Salty Sam        
Was chasin' poor Sweet Sue.             
He trapped her in the old sawmill       
And said with an evil laugh,            
"If you don't give me the deed to       
  your ranch I'll saw y'all in half.    
And then he grabbed her...              
(help he grabbed me!)                   
He tied her up...                       
(Help he's tyin' me up!)                
He turned on the BUZZ-SAW...            
(He's turnin' on the buzz saw)          
And then...and then...                  
And then along came Jones.              
Tall thin Jones.                        
Slow walkin' Jones, Low talkin'         
  Jones.                                
Along came long lean lanky Jones.       
                                        
Commercial came on, so I got up to      
  fix myself a snack.                   
You should have seen what was going     
  on by the time that I got back.       
Down in the old abandoned mine,         
Sweet Sue was havin' fits,              
That villain said "Give me the deed     
  to your ranch, or I'll blow y'all     
  to bits".                             
And then he grabbed her...              
(Help he grabbed Me)                    
He tied her up...                       
(Help, he's tying me up)                
He lit the fuse to the dynamite...      
(He's lightin' the fuse to the          
dynamite)                               
And then...and then...                  
And then along came Jones 
Tall thin Jones.                                
Slow walkin' Jones, Low talkin'         
  Jones.                                
Along came long lean lanky Jones.       
                                        
I got so bugged I turned it off and     
  turned on another show.               
But there was the same old shoot-       
  em-up, and the same old rodeo.        
Salty Sam was tryin' to stuff Sweet     
  Sue in a burlap sack.                 
"If you don't give me the deed to        
  your ranch I'll throw you on the      
  railroad track!"                      
                                        
And then he grabbed her...              
(Help he grabbed me, help)              
He tied her up...                       
(Here we go again, tyin' me up)         
He threw her on the railraod track,     
The train started commin'               
(Ohhh!  Here comes the train)           
And then...and then...                  
And then along came Jones
Tall thin  Jones.                                
Slow walkin' Jones, Low talkin'         
  Jones.                                
Along came long lean lanky Jones.       

63   THIRTY THOUSAND POUNDS             
           OF BANANAS                   
        by  HARRY CHAPIN                
                                        
It was just after dark as the truck     
  started down                          
The hill that leads into Scranton       
  Pennsylvania.                         
Carryin' thirty thousand pounds of      
  bananas.                              
Yes carryin' thirty thousand pounds     
  of bananas.                           
                                        
He was a young driver, just out on      
  his second job.                       
Carryin' the next days pasty fruit,     
To everyone in that coal scarred        
  city                                  
Where children play without despair     
In backyard slag piles.                 
And folks manage to eat each day        
Just about thirty thousand pounds       
  of bananas,                           
Yes there were thirty thousand          
  pounds of bananas.                    
                                        
He passed a sign that he should         
have seen                               
Saying "shift to low gear or fifty-     
dollar fine, my friend"                 
He was thinking perhaps about the       
  warm breathed woman who was           
  waitin' at the journey's end.         
He started down the two-mile drop--     
  the winding road that ran from        
  the top of the hill.                  
He was pushing on through the           
  shortening miles                      
That ran down to the depot.             
Just a few more miles to go,            
And he'd go home and have her ease      
  his long cramped day away.            
And the smell of thirty thousand        
  pounds of bananas.                    
Yes the smell of thirty thousand        
  pounds of bananas.                    
                                        
He was pickin' up speed                 
As the city spread it's twinklin'       
  lights below him.                     
But he paid no heed as the              
  shiverrin' thought of the nights      
  delights went through him.            
His foot nursed the brakes to slow      
  him down,                             
But the peddle floored easy without     
  a sound.                              
He said, "CHRIST."                      
It was funny how he'd named the         
  only one who could save him now.      

He was trapped inside a dead-end        
  hell-slide,                           
Riding on his fear-hunched back was     
  every one of those yellow-green.      
I'm telling you thirty thousand         
  pounds of bananas.                    
Yes there were thirty thousand          
  pounds of bananas.                    
                                        
He barely made the sweeping curve       
  that led into the steepest grade.     
And he missed a thankful passing        
  bus at ninety miles an hour.          
And he said, "God make it a dream"      
As he rode his last ride down.          
And he said, "God make it a dream"      
  as he rode his last ride down.        
And he sideswiped nineteen neat-        
  parked cars.                          
Clipped off thirteen telephone          
  poles.                                
Hit two houses, bruised eight           
  trees, and blue-crossed seven         
  people.                               
                                        
It was then he lost his head, not       
  to mention an arm or two before       
  he stopped.                           
And he smeared for four-hundred         
  yards along the hill that leads       
  into Scranton, Pennsylvania,          
All those thirty thousand pounds of     
  bananas.                              
                                        
You Know the man who told me about      
  it on the bus, as it went up the      
  hill out of Scranton,                 
  Pennsylvania.                         
He shrugged his shoulders, he shook     
  his head, and He said,                
"Boy it sure must have been             
  something.                            
Just imagine, thirty thousand           
  pounds of bananas.                    
Yes there were thirty thousand          
  pounds of mashed bananas.             
                                        
64    THEY'RE COMING                    
      TO TAKE ME AWAY                   
                                        
Remember when you ran away,             
And I got on my knees and begged        
  you not to go  because I'd go   BERSERK!! 
                              
Well you left me anyhow and then        
  the days got worse and worse,         
And now you see I've gone               
  completely out of my mind!            
And...                                  
 
They're coming to take me away,         
  Ha Ha!                                
They're coming to take me away,         
Ho Ho, He He, 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 Ha!!!                                
                                        
I cooked your food, I cleaned your      
  bed,                                  
And this is how you pay me back for     
  all my kind unselfish loving deeds?                                
HUH!!                                   
Well, you just wait, they'll find you yet,                              
And when they do they'll put you in     
  the A.S.P.C.A., you MANGEY MUTT!!!                          
                                        
And, They're coming to take me away     
Ha Ha!                                  
They're coming to take me away,         
Ho Ho, He He, Ha Ha!                    
To the happy home, with trees and       
  flowers and chirping birds, and       
  basket weavers who sit and            
  twiddle their thumbs and toes,        
And they're coming to take me away,     
Ha Ha!                                  
To the funny farm,                      
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 Ha!!                                 
                                        
65         ONE DARK NIGHT               
     (Tune: "There'll Be a Hot          
   Time in the Old Town Tonight")       
                                        
Divide the Audience into four           
parts, and assign each part as          
follows, "FIRE", "WATER" "JUMP" OR      
"SPLAT". after singing it through,      
do it faster, and/or "backwards" as     
shown below.                            
                                        
One dark night when we were all in      
  bed,                                  
Old lady Leary left a lantern in        
  the shed,                             
And when the cow kicked it over,        
She winked her eye and said:            
"There'll be a hot time in the old      
  town tonight.                         

" FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!                     
WATER! WATER!  WATER!                   
JUMP! LADY, JUMP!                       
AHHHHHH, SPLAT!                         
                                        
One night dark, when bed we all         
  were in,                              
Old Leary lady left the shed a          
  lantern in.                           
And when the kick, cowed it over,       
She eyed her wink and said:             
"There'll be a time hot in the town     
  old tonight.                          
                                        
" IFER! IFER! IFER!                     
RETAW! RETAW! RETAW!                    
LADY! JUMP, LADY!                       
SPLAT, AHHHHHHH!                        
                                        
66    BEEP BEEP                         
                                        
Note: Start out the song very           
slowly, then increase the speed as      
you go along, until you are             
virtually going as fast as you can      
by the end of the song.                 
                                        
While riding in my Cadillac,            
Much to my surprise.                    
A little Nash-Rambler right behind.     
'Bout one half my size.                 
                                        
CHORUS:                                 
The guy must have wanted to pass me     
  up As he kept on blowing his          
  horn.                                 
I'll show him that a Cadillac is        
  not a car to scorn.                   
Beep Beep! Beep Beep!                   
His horn went Beep Beep Beep!           
                                        
I put my foot down to the floor,        
To give the guy the shake.              
But the little Nash-Rambler stayed      
  right behind,                         
He still had on his brake.              
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        
I shifted into passing gear,            
And it became a race.                   
For a Rambler to beat a Caddy,          
Would be a big disgrace.                
                                        
CHORUS                                  
                                        

Now we're going a hundred and           
  twenty,                               
As fast as I can go.                    
The little Nash Rambler pulled up       
  beside just like we're going slow.    
The fellow rolls down his               
  window,                               
And yells for me to hear,               
Hey buddy how can I get this car        
Out of second gear!                     
                                        
