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He Jumped From 40,000 Feet
(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
Chorus:
Glory,
glory, what a heck of a way to die
Glory,
glory, what a heck of a way to die
Glory,
glory, what a heck of a way to die
And he
ain't gonna fly no more.
He was last to leave the cockpit
and the first to hit the ground..
He was last to leave the cockpit and the first to hit the ground..
He was last to leave the cockpit
and the first to hit the ground..
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
Chorus
He landed on the runway like a
blob of strawberry jam.
He landed
on the runway like a blob of strawberry jam.
He landed on the runway like a
blob of strawberry jam.
And he
ain't gonna fly no more.
Chorus
They scraped him off the runway
with a silver spoon.
They scraped
him off the runway with a silver spoon.
They scraped him off the runway
with a silver spoon.
And he ain't
gonna fly no more.
Chorus
They sent him home to mother in a
little wooden box.
They sent him
home to mother in a little wooden box.
They sent him home to mother in a
little wooden box.
And he ain't
gonna fly no more.
Chorus
His mother didn't want him so she
sent him back to us.
His mother
didn't want him so she sent him back to us.
His mother didn't want him so she
sent him back to us.
And he ain't
gonna fly no more.
Chorus
Suggested
hand motions:
1. Last to leave (flap arms like bird) the cockpit..
2. First to (slap hands) hit the..
3. He (slap hands) landed on..
4. They (make scooping motion) scraped him..
5. In a little (make small box with hands) box.
6. So she sent (make overhand throwing motion) him back to us.
(Version 2)
He jumped from 40,000 feet and never pulled the cord,
He jumped from 40,000 feet and
never pulled the cord,
He jumped
from 40,000 feet and never pulled the cord,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus:
Gory,
gory, what a heck of a mess he made
Gory,
gory, what a heck of a mess he made
Gory,
gory, what a heck of a mess he made
And he
ain't gonna jump no more.
He landed on the highway like a
hunk of strawberry jam.
He landed
on the highway like a hunk of strawberry jam.
He landed on the highway like a
hunk of strawberry jam.
And he
ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
They sent him home to mother on a
slice of moldy bread.
They sent
him home to mother on a slice of moldy bread.
They sent him home to mother on a
slice of moldy bread.
And he
ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
He was flying a Flying Fortress at forty thousand feet
He was flying a Flying Fortress at forty thousand feet
He was flying a Flying Fortress at forty thousand feet
But he ain't gonna fly no more
He didn't see the fighters when they pounced him from the
sun
He didn't see the fighters when they pounced him from
the sun
He didn't see the fighters when they pounced him
from the sun
So he ain't gonna fly no more.
He heard a bang, the plane broke up and spread across the
sky
He heard a bang, the plane broke up and spread across
the sky
He heard a bang, the plane broke up and spread
across the sky
And it ain't gonna fly no more
He jumped without a parachute from forty thousand feet
He jumped without a parachute from forty thousand feet
He jumped without a parachute from forty thousand feet
But he ain't gonna jump no more
They scraped him off the tarmac like a dollop of
strawberry jam
They scraped him off the tarmac like a
dollop of strawberry jam
They scraped him off the tarmac
like a dollop of strawberry jam
And he ain't gona jump no
more
They spread him on a postcard and they sent him home to
Mum
They spread him on a postcard and they sent him home
to Mum
They spread him on a postcard and they sent him
home to Mum
'cause he ain't gonna jump no more
They buried him in a matchbox at the bottom of the yard
They buried him in a matchbox at the bottom of the yard
They buried him in a matchbox at the bottom of the yard
'cause he ain't gonna jump no more
His ghost jumps without a parachute from forty thousand
feet
His ghost jumps without a parachute from forty
thousand feet
His ghost jumps without a parachute from
forty thousand feet
And he's gonna keep on jumping
evermore
Chorus :
Gory, Gory, what a terrible way to die
Gory Gory what a terrible way to
die
Gory Gory. what a terrible
way to die
And he ain't gonna
jump no more
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
And Eye and ears, and a mouth and a nose.
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
[Touch the appropriate body part each time it's mentioned. Second time: don't say the word 'head' aloud, but still touch it. Each verse thereafter, add another body part that you touch but don't mention aloud.]
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 counselors 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!!!
I said hidy hidy hidy ho (repeat)
I
said hey-a hey-a hey-a hee (repeat)
I said wigga wigga
wigga wigga widy wo (repeat)
I said clap your hands up to
the sky (repeat)
because ------- camp is flying by
(repeat)
A little louder (repeat)
Repeat song progressively getting louder
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.
(continue until ...)
There's a smile, on the flea,
on
the hair, on the wart,
on the toe, on the foot,
on the leg, on the frog,
on the
bump, on the log
in the hole in the bottom of 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 in the bottom of the sea.
There's a frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's a fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's a 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 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.
Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
Where the dear and the antelope play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Chorus:
Home, home on the range.
Where
the dear and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all
day.
Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and lite,
That I would not exchange, my home on the range,
For all
the cities so bright.
Chorus
How often at night, when the heavens are bright,
With the light from the glittering stars,
Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
Chorus
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand,
Flows leisurely down the stream;
Where the graceful white swan goes sliding along,
Like a
maid in a heavenly dream.
Chorus
I love the wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
And the curlew I love to hear scream;
I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks,
Grazing on the great mountain tops green.
I like bananas, coconuts and grapes,
I like bananas, coconuts and grapes,
I like bananas, coconuts and grapes.
And that’s why they call me Tarzan of the Apes.
The other day, I met a bear,
Out in
the woods, away out there. [Point.]
He looked at me, I looked at him,
He sized up me, I sized up him.
He says to me, "Why don't you run?"
"Cause I can see, you have no gun."
I says to him, "That's a good idea."
"Now legs get going, get me out of here!"
I began to run, away from there,
But right behind me was that bear.
And on the path ahead of me,
I saw
a tree, Oh glory be.
The lowest branch was ten feet up,
I'd have to jump and trust to luck.
And so I jumped into the air,
But I
missed that branch away up there.
Now don't you fret, and don't you frown,
I caught that branch on the way back down.
That's all there is, there ain't no more,
Unless I met that bear once more.
I've been working on the railroad, all the live long day.
I've been working on the railroad, just to pass the time
away;
Can't you head the whistle blowing?
Rise up so early in the morn;
Can't you hear the captain shouting:
Dinah blow your horn
Dinah won't you blow, Dinah won't you blow,
Dinah won't you blow your horn! (your horn!)
Dinah won't you blow, Dinah won't you blow,
Dinah won't you blow your horn!
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah,
Someone's in the kitchen I know; (I know oh)
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah,
Strummin' on the old banjo.
And singing: Fee, Fi Fiddely-I-Oh!
Fee, Fi Fiddely-I-O-o-o-oh!
Fee, Fi Fiddely-I-Oh!
Strummin' on the old banjo.
If I Were Not A Boy Scout...
(Tune: This is the Music Concert)
If I were not a Boy Scout, I wonder what I'd be
If I were not a Boy Scout, a ......
And as you pass my way
you'll
always hear me say...."
1. A Bird Watcher I would be
Hark a lark, flying through the
park, SPLAT!
2. A Plumber I would be
Plunge it, flush it, look out
below!
3. A Mermaid I would be
Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop,
bloop, bloop!
4. A Carpenter I would be
Two by four, nail it to the
floor!
5. A Secretary I would be
z-z-z-z get the point, z-z-z-z
get the point?
6. A Teacher I would be
Sit down, shut up, throw away
your gum!
7. An Airline Attendant I would be
Coffee, tea, or me, sir; here's
your little bag, BLEH!
8. A Typist I would be
Ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka,
ticka, ticka, ZING!
9. A Hippie I would be
Love and peace, my hair is full
of grease!
[or] Hey Man!
Cool Man! Far out! Wow!
10. A Farmer I would be
Here's a cow, there's a cow, and
here's another yuck!
[or] Come on
Betsy give... the baby's gotta live
11. A Laundry Worker I would be
Starchy here, starchy there,
starchy in your underwear!
12. A Cashier I would be
Twenty nine, forty nine, here is
your change, sir!
13. A Gym Teacher I would be
We must, we must, improve the
bust!
14. A Medic I would be
Turn around, drop your pants,
jab, jab, jab!
15. A Doctor I would be
Take a pill; pay my bill! I'm
going golfing!
[or] Bend over,
drop your pants, this won't hurt a bit.
[or] Needle! Thread!
Stick 'em in the head!
16. An Electrician I would be
Positive, negative bbzzzzt zap
[or] Check the bulb, flip the
switch. z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zt
[or] Red
wire, black wire, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz auch
17. A Fireman I would be
Jump lady, jump... whoaa slpat!
18. A Cook I would be
Mix it, bake it; heartburn-BURP!
19. A Ice Cream Maker I would be
Tutti-frutti, tutti-fruitti, nice
ice cream!
20. A Politician I would be
Raise the taxes, lower the pay,
vote for me on election day!
21. A Butcher I would be
Chop it up, grind it up, make a
little patty!
[or] Catch the
chicken, kill the chicken, rip the chicken's head off
bock, bock, bock, bock, bock,
etc…
22. A Garbage Collector I would be
Lift it, dump it, pick out the
good stuff
[or] Pile that
garbage. Pile that garbage. Pile it to the sky.
23. A [Domino's] Pizza Maker I would be
30 minute, fast delivery!
24. A Clam Digger I would be
Dig one here, dig one there-Oh my
frozen derriere!
25. Superman I would be
It's a bird, it's a plane, where
is Lois Lane?
26. Lois Lane I would be
Get away, get away, get away,
Clark Kent!
27. A Cyclist I would be
peddle, peddle, peddle, peddle;
ring, ring, ring!
28. A Truck Driver I would be
Here's a curve, there's a curve.
HERE'S A BETTER CURVE!
[Makes
outline of shapely woman.]
29. A House Cleaner I would be
Ooh, a bug; squish it in the rug!
30. A Baby I would be
Mama, Dada, I wuv you!
31. A Preacher I would be
Well, well, you never can tell;
you might go to heaven, or you might go to ...
32. A DJ I would be,
Miles of smiles on the radio
dial.
33. A Stewardess I would be,
Here's your coffee, here's your
tea, hears your paper bag, urrrp
34. A Baker I would be,
Donuts! Eclairs! Buy
My Buns!
35. A Lifeguard I would be,
Save yourself, Man. I'm working
on my tan!
[or] Mouth to Mouth
Resuscitate, What a way to get a date.
[or] Here's my oil! Here's my
can! Watch out ladies, I'm your man!
36. A Lawyer I would be,
Honest. I swear, My client
wasn't there
37. An Undertaker I would be,
6 x 4, nail them to the floor.
38. An Engineer, I would be,
Push the button, push the button,
kick the darn machine.
39. An Engineer, I would be,
Chugga chugga, chugga chugga,
chugga chugga, wooooooh! Wooooooh!
40. A Ranger I would be,
Get eaten by a bear, see if I
care.
41. A Jockey I would be,
Grab the bridle, grab the bit,
watch out for that pile of…(repeat)
42. A Dog I would be,
Oh golly, oh gee, I gotta find a
tree.
43. A Boxer I would be,
Hit him with a left, hit him with
a right, knock out his jaw.
44. A Nosepicker I would be,
Stick it, pick it, wipe it on the
wall.
45. A Jester I would be,
Please laugh, don't cry, I don't
wanta die.
46. A Knight I would be,
Bang, clink, clang, how am I
supposed to fight in this thing.
47. A Dolly I would be
Mommy, Daddy, I love you.
(blows a kiss)
48. A Cubmaster I would be,
A stomach, no hair, my scouts are
everywhere.
49. A Cereal Killer I would be,
Cheerios, Lucky Charms, Wheaties
you next.
50. A Policeman I would be,
Here's a crime…There's a
crime…Here's a donut shop.
51. A Camper I would be,
I'm tired, I'm hungry, when's it
time to eat?
52. A Pyro I would be,
Strike the match, light the
fire. Burn! Baby, Burn!
53. A Forest Ranger I would be,
Not that tree, not that tree, use
a latrine.
54. A Baseball Player I would be,
Wham, bam, another grand slam.
55. A Dentist I would be,
Just a little wider, this won't
hurt a bit, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
56. A Camp Director I would be,
Do this, do that, while I take a
nap.
57. A Sky Diver I would be,
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (said
while jumping from a log)
58. A rock I would be,
(curl up into a little ball and
wait out the verse)
59. A Ballerina I would be,
Tippy, tippy, tippy, tap, oooh I
stubbed my toe.
(most
funny with a big person)
60. A Drill Sergeant I would be,
Move it, march it, where's my
teddy bear.
61. A Scoutmaster I would be,
Do this, do that, I'm gonna take
a nap.
[or] Big belly, no hair,
my scouts are everywhere!
62. A Girl Scout I would be,
Hey a mister, Hi a mister.
Want to buy some cookies?
If You're Happy and You Know It clap you hands, (CLAP
CLAP)
If You’re Happy and You Know It clap you hands,
(CLAP CLAP)
If you’re happy and you know it, and you
really want to show it,
If you’re happy and you know it
clap you’re hands. (CLAP CLAP)
If you’re happy and you know it stomp your feet.
If you’re happy and you know it shout "Boy Scouts!"
If your happy and you know it do all three.
Chorus:
It
aint gonna rain no more no more,
It aint gonna rain no more.
How
in the heck can I wash my neck,
If it aint gonna rain nor more.
A man laid down by the sewer,
And
by the sewer he died.
And at the coroner's inquest,
They called it sewerside.
Oh.. Chorus
Frog sitting on a lilly pad,
Lookin
up in the sky,
Lilly pad broke and the frog fell in,
Got water in his eye.
Oh.. Chorus
Peanut sitting on the railroad track,
Little heart a flutter.
Along came
the 9:01
Toot toot, peanut butter.
Oh.. Chorus
Lulu had a steamboat,
The steamboat
had a bell,
Lulu went to heaven,
and the steamboat went toot, toot.
Oh.. Chorus
JAWS A mouth , a great big mouth
TEETH The things that kinda crunch
BITE The friendly
sharks "hello"
US His favorite juicy lunch
BLOOD That turns the ocean red
CHOMP That means the sharks been fed
GULP That will bring
us back to
JAWS! JAWS! JAWS! JAWS!
Verse #1
He
jumped from forty thousand feet without a parachute
He jumped from forty thousand
feet without a parachute
He
jumped from forty thousand feet without a parachute
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Chorus:
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die
suspended by your braces when you
don't know how to fly
Glory,
glory what a hell of a way to die
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Verse #2
He
landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam
He landed on the pavement like a
lump of strawberry jam
He landed
on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Chorus
Verse #3
They put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum
They put him in a match box and
they sent him home to mum
They
put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Chorus
Verse #4
She put on the mantel piece for everyone to see
She put on the mantel piece for
everyone to see
She put on the
mantel piece for everyone to see
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Chorus
Verse #5
She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea
She put him on the table when the
Vicar came to tea
She put him on
the table when the Vicar came to tea
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Chorus
Verse #6
The Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam
The Vicar spread him on some
toast and said what lovely jam
The Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Chorus
Notes:
Verse #4 is sometimes omitted, and the chorus
is sometimes repeated a second time at the end, which gets louder through the
first two lines and then quieter during the last two lines, with the last few
words being slowed down and strung out, to emphasize the point that he ain't
gonna jump no more.
There was a little Dutchman, his name was Johnnie Verbeck.
He was a dealer in sausages, and sauerkraut, and spec.
He made the finest sausages that ever you did see.
But one day he invented, a wonderful sausage 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.
All the
neighbors cats and dogs will never more be seen;
For 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 piled 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, and the darn thing
wouldn't go.
So Johnnie Verbeck, he climbed inside, to
see what made it so.
His wife, she had a nightmare, and
walking in her sleep,
She gave the crank an awful yank
and Johnnie Verbeck was meat.
Chorus
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah.
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah.
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum
ba yah.
Oh Lord, kum ba yah.
Someone's singing Lord, kum ba yah.
Someone's singing Lord, kum ba yah.
Someone's singing
Lord, kum ba yah.
Oh Lord, kum ba yah.
Someone's shouting Lord, ...
Someone's yelling Lord, ...
Someone's crying Lord, ...
Someone's praying Lord, ...
Kum ba yah, my Lord, ...
Way up in the sky, (hands over head)
The big birdies fly, (flap arms like a
big bird)
While down in the nest, (make
basket with arms)
The little birds
rest. (press hands to one side of face)
With a wing on the left, (tweet make little wing with left
arm)
And a wind on the right, (tweet
make little wing with right arm)
The little birdies
sleep (repeat sleeping birdies)
all
through the night.
SHHHH!! The birdies are sleeping! (make the shhh against mouth)
The bright sun comes out, (clap hands
over head)
The dew falls away, (make
voice deep and shove fists to ground)
"Good morning! good
morning!" (make voice very high)
The little
birds say. (act surprised)
Little bunny Fu-fu, hoppin' though the forest,
Scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head.
Along came the good fairy, and she said:
"Little bunny Fu-fu, I don't want to see you
Scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head.
I'll give you three chances to change your ways, and if
you
don't obey, I'll turn you into a goon."
So the next day . . . [Repeat-two more chances . . . ]
So the next day . . . [Repeat-one more chance . . . ]
So the next day . . . [Repeat]
"I
gave you three chances to change your ways and you didn't obey,
so now I'm turning you into goon. Pooff! You're a goon.
And the moral of this story is . . . 'Hare today and goon
tomorrow.'
Chorus:
Well, they call it that good old Mountain Dew
And them that refuse it are few.
An' I'lI hush up my mug
If you fill up my jug
With that good old Mountain Dew
There's a big old oak tree down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Take a stroll 'round the bend, when you come back again
There will be a jug full of good old mountain dew
Chorus
My Uncle Bill owns a still on the hill,
An' he puts up a gallon or two.
An' the birds in the sky,
Get so high they can not fly
Sniffin' that good old Mountain Dew
Chorus
My Uncle Mort, he was sawed off and short,
An' he stood only four foot n' two,
But he felt like a giant,
If you
give him a pint
Of that good old Mountain Dew
Chorus
My Auntie Sue had a rare perfume,
An' it gave off a pretty P.U.
Well imagine her surprise
When she had it analyzed,
It was
only that good old Mountain Dew.
Chorus
My Uncle George had a beat up ol' Ford
It was built in 19 - 0 - 2
It
don't run on gas
You just give it a glass
Of that good old Mountain Dew.
Chorus
My brother Hank had a US Army tank
An' with it, he didn't know what to do
So he pulled out
the crank
And he filled up that tank
With that good ol' 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
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;
[Repeat.]
Action: As you sing each word beginning with the letter B, change from a standing to a sitting position and vice versa. All should be standing at the end of the song. When you have mastered these movements, sing it again, faster.
(Other verses)
My Bonnie leaned over the gas
tank,
The height of its contents
to see.
I lit up a match to
assist her,
Oh bring back my
Bonnie to me.
Chorus
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.
(Chorus with bring back my neighbors to me)
My Bonnie has tuberculosis,
My Bonnie has only one lung,
My Bonnie can cough up raw
oysters'
And roll them around on
her tongue.
(Chorus: Roll them, roll them, roll them around on her tongue, her tongue...)
My luncheon lies over the ocean,
My breakfast lies over the rail.
My supper lies in great
commotion,
Won't someone please
bring me a pail.
(Chorus: Clams & ice cream don't agree with me, with 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!
My country 'tis of thee,
God bless
America, land that I love,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride
From
every mountain side,
Let freedom ring.
(Version 1)
I'm looking over my dead dog Rover
That I overran with the mower.
One leg is missing, another is
gone,
One leg is scattered all
over the lawn.
No need
explaining, the one remaining,
Is
stuck in the kitchen door.
I'm
looking over my dead dog Rover
That I overran with the mower.
(Version 2)
I'm looking over my dead dog Rover
Who died on the kitchen floor.
One leg is broken, the other is
lame,
The third leg is missing,
the fourth needs a cane.
No need
explaining, the tail remaining
Was caught in the oven door.
I'm
looking over my dead dog Rover
Who died on the kitchen floor.
My breakfast lies over the ocean,
My dinner lies over the sea,
My stomach is in a
commotion,
Don't mention my supper to me.
CHORUS:
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring
back my bucket to me, to me . . .
I really felt rotten this morning,
They tell me I really looked pale,
My stomach gave
adequate warning,
To lean far out over the rail.
The sound of a stomach in motion,
A
murmuring noise inside me,
I looked down and there on the
water,
Was breakfast and dinner and tea.
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