Silly Songs/Camp Songs

Leader: I looked at him
Group: I looked at him
Leader: He looked at me
Group: He looked at me
Leader: I sized up him
Group: I sized up him
Leader: He sized up me
Group: He sized up me
Everyone: I looked at him, he looked at me.
I sized him up him, he sized up me (he sized up me)

Leader: He said to me
Group: He said to me
Leader: Why don't you run?
Group: Why don't you run?
Leader: I see you ain't
Group: I see you ain't
Leader: Got any gun
Group: Got any gun
Everyone: He said to me "Why don't you run?
I see you ain't got any gun." (got any gun)

Leader: And so I ran
Group: And so I ran
Leader: Away from there
Group: Away from there
Leader: But right behind
Group: But right behind
Leader: Me was that bear
Group: Me was that bear
Everyone: And so I ran away from there,
but right behind me was that bear (me was that bear)

Leader: Ahead of me
Group: Ahead of me
Leader: There was a tree
Group: There was a tree
Leader: A great big tree
Group: A great big tree
Leader: Oh, glory be!
Group: Oh, glory be!
Everyone: Ahead of me there was a tree,
a great big tree, oh glory be! (Oh, glory be!)

Leader: The nearest branch
Group: The nearest branch
Leader: Was ten feet up
Group: Was ten feet up
Leader: I had to jump
Group: I had to jump
Leader: And trust my luck
Group: And trust my luck
Everyone: The nearest branch was ten feet up.
I had to jump and trust my luck. (and trust my luck)

Leader: And so I jumped
Group: And so I jumped
Leader: Into the air
Group: Into the air
Leader: But I missed that branch
Group: But I missed that branch
Leader: A way up there
Group: A way up there
Everyone: And so I jumped into the air,
but I missed that branch a way up there. (a way up there)

Leader: Now don't you fret
Group: Now don't you fret
Leader: And don't you frown
Group: And don't you frown
Leader: 'Cause I caught that branch
Group: 'Cause I caught that branch
Leader: On the way back down
Group: On the way back down
Everyone: Now don't you fret, and don't you frown,
'cause I caught that branch on the way back down. (the way back down)

Leader: This is the end
Group: This is the end
Leader: There ain't no more
Group: There ain't no more
Leader: Unless I meet
Group: Unless I meet
Leader: That bear once more
Group: That bear once more
Everyone: This is the end, there ain't no more,
unless I meet that bear once more. (that bear once more)

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder
like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?

Do your ears stand high?
Do they stand up in the sky?
Do they stand up when they're wet?
Do they stand up when they're dry?
Can you wave them at your neighbor
with a minimum of labor?
Do your ears stand high?

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I'm A Nut

I'm a little acorn brown
Lyin' on the cold, cold ground
Everybody steps on me
That is why I'm cracked you see

Refrain

I'm a nut (tch, tch)
I'm a nut (tch, tch)
I'm a nut, nut, nut, nut, nut

Called myself up on the phone
Just to see if I was home
Asked myself out for a date
Gotta be ready at half past eight

Refrain

Took myself to the picture show
Sat me down in the very last row
Wrapped my arms around my waist
Got so fresh I slapped my face

Refrain

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Kookaburra

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry, merry king of the bush is he
Laugh, Kookaburra; laugh, Kookaburra
How gay your life must be

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Eating all the berries he can see
Wait, Kookaburra; wait, kookaburra
Leave some there for me

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Counting all the monkeys he can see
Stop, Kookaburra; stop, kookaburra
Don't you dare count me!

Thank you to SWeidentha for these new verses!
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
With a bellyache as you can see
Ha, Kookaburra; ha, Kookaburra
Didn't save any for me!

Kookaburra sits on an electric wire
With tears in his eyes and his tail on fire
Ouch, Kookaburra; ouch, Kookaburra
Sore your tail must be!

Kookaburra sits on the old worn trail
Pulling all the splinters out of his tail
Ouch, Kookaburra; ouch, Kookaburra
Sore your tail must be

Kookaburra sits on an electric wire
Jumping up and down'cos his bum's on fire
Fry, Kookaburra; fry, Kookaburra
Tasty you will be!

Kookaburra sits on the railroad tracks
Better get off or he'll be flat
Run, Kookaburra; run, Kookaburra
Uh-oh! Watch out! SPLAT!

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Little Red Caboose

Little red caboose, chug, chug, chug
Little red caboose, chug, chug, chug
Little red caboose behind the train, train, train, train
Smokestack on the back, back, back,back
Coming 'round the track, track, track, track
Little red caboose behind the train (toot, toot!)

Sing three times - first time "normal", second time "little and quiet", third time "big and loud"

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On Top of Spaghetti

sung to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey"
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 then the next summer
It grew into a tree

The tree was all covered
All covered with moss
And on it grew meatballs
And tomato sauce

So if you get spaghetti
All covered with cheese
Hold onto your meatball
Lest somebody sneeze!

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Boom Chicka Boom

A follow-the-leader song
Leader: I said a boom!
Group: I said a boom!
Leader: I said a boom chicka boom!
Group: I said a boom chicka boom!
Leader: I said a booma chicka racka chicka racka chicka boom!
Group: I said a booma chicka racka chicka racka chicka boom!
Leader: Uh huh!
Group: Uh huh!
Leader: Oh yeah!
Group: Oh yeah!
Leader: All right!
Group: All right!
Leader: One more time -
Group: One more time -
Leader: ????? ????? style!

Styles: soft, loud, Boy Scout style (wimp out), Girl Scout style (rousing), valley girl, opera, martian, underwater, baby, robot, football player, etc...

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Sarasponda

Group 1: Boom-da, boom-da, boom-da, boom-da
Keep repeating until *, then join group 2

Group 2: Sarasponda, sarasponda, sarasponda, ret-set-set
Sarasponda, sarasponda, sarasponda, ret-set-set
*A dor ay oh, a dor ay boom day oh
A dor ay boom day ret set set, ah say pah ay oh!

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Sara's Honda

sung to the tune of "Sarasponda"

Sara's Honda, Sara's Honda, Sara's Honda, putt, putt, putt
Sara's Honda, Sara's Honda, Sara's Honda, putt, putt, putt
An oreo, a chocolate oreo
I love to eat the middle of a chocolate oreo!

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Bottle of Pop

Three groups sing simultaneously

Group 1: One bottle of pop, two bottle of pop, three bottle of pop, four bottle of pop,
five bottle of pop, six bottle of pop, seven bottle of pop, eight!

Group 2: Don't chuck your muck in my trash can, my trash can, my trash can
Don't chuck your muck in my trash can, my trash can's full!

Group 3: Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar
Fish and chips and vinegar, pepper, pepper, pepper pop!

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Socks

Group sings the * sections and the chorus. One person at a time takes a verse .
The last two lines of verses change each time.

Chorus

Dong, dong, dong, dong a ding
Dong, dong, dong, dong a ding
Dong!

Oh, (person's name) don't wear no socks
*A ding dong!
I saw her when she took them off
*A ding dong!
She mailed them to Germany
*A ding dong!
That started World War Three!
*A ding . . .

Chorus

Oh, (person's name) don't wear no socks
*A ding dong!
I saw her when she took them off
*A ding dong!
The threw them into the air
*A ding dong!
Now the birds need Medicare!
*A ding . . .

Chorus

She threw them under a fence
Haven't seen the mailman since

She threw them under the bed
Killed bugs that were already dead!

She threw them into a hole
Scared away a skunk and a mole!

She threw them into a chair
Killed a doll and a teddy bear!

She threw them under a horse
Now the horse is dead, of course!

She threw them under a cow
It's as dead as the horse is now

She threw them into the sky
Now Superman refuses to fly!

She threw them under a car
Now the car needs CPR!

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Baby Duck

Oh! Isn't it a bit of luck,
That I was born a baby duck
With yellow socks and yellow shoes
I can go where ever I choose

Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
Quack!

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Bug Juice

At camp with the Girl Scouts
They gave us a drink
We thought it was Kool-Aid
Because it was pink.

But the thing that they told us
Would have grossed out a moose
That great tasting pink drink
Was really Bug Juice!

It looked fresh and fruity
Like tasty Kool-Aid
But the bugs that were in it
Were murdered with Raid!

We drank it by gallons
We drank it by tons
But then the next morning
We all had the runs.

Next time you drink bug juice
And a fly drives you mad
He's just getting even
'Cause you swallowed his dad!

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Ghost Chickens in the Sky

sung to the tune of "Ghost Riders in the Sky"
A chicken farmer, out alone, one dark and windy day
And by the coop he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye
It was the sight he dreaded most -
Ghost Chickens in the Sky!

Yipee Yi-Aye! Yipee Yi-Oh-Oh!
Ghost chickens in the sky

This farmer had these chickens since he was twenty four
Working for the Colonel for thirty years or more
Killing all those chickens, and sending them to fry
And now they want thier due revenge
Ghost Chickens in the Sky!

Yipee Yi-Aye! Yipee Yi-Oh-Oh!
Ghost chickens in the sky!

Their beaks were black and shining, their eyes were burning red
They had no meat or feathers, these chickens they were dead.
They picked the farmer way up high, and he died by the claw
They cooked him extra crispy -
- And served him with cole slaw!

Yipee Yi-Aye! Yipee Yi-Oh-Oh!
Ghost chickens in the sky!

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God Bless My Underwear

sung to the tune of "God Bless America"
God bless my underwear
My only pair
Stand beside them, and guide them
Through the rips, through the holes, through the tears

From the washer, to the wringer
To the clothesline in the air
God bless my underwear
My only pair!

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Calamine Lotion

sung to the tune of "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean"
My body needs calamine lotion
My body's all red you can see
The flowers I picked for my mommy
Turned out to be poison ivy

Don't touch, don't touch
Because it's poison ivy, ivy
Don't touch, don't touch
Because it's poison ivy, ivy!

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Little Black Things

sung to the tune of "Clementine"
Chorus

Little black things, little black things
Crawling up and down my arm
If I wait until they have babies
I can start a black thing farm

Haven't had a bath in two years,
And I never change my clothes
But I've got these little black things
Where they come from, no one knows!

Chorus

When I go to ride on the subway
I can always get a seat
When the people smell me coming
They run out into the street

Chorus

Once a cute boy tried to kiss me
But he turned and gave a yell
Never had the chance to ask him
Was it the black things, or the smell...

Chorus

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Granny's Lye Soap

A follow-the-leader song
Chorus Leader: So sing right out!
Group: So sing right out!
Leader: For Granny's lye soap
Group: For Granny's lye soap
Leader: Sing it loud
Group: Sing it loud
Leader: All over the place
Group: All over the place
Leader: For pots and pans
Group: For pots and pans
Leader: And dirty dishes
Group: And dirty dishes
Leader: For your hands
Group: For your hands
Leader: And for your face
Group: And for your face

Everyone: Now brother Herman, and brother Sherman
They had an aversion
To scrubbin' their ears
So Granny scrubbed them
With her lye soap
And now they haven't heard a word in several years!

Chorus

Everyone: Oh Mrs. O'Malley, she lives in the valley
She had an ulcer
I understand
So Granny scrubbed it
With her lye soap
And now she's got the cleanest ucler in the land!

Chorus

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Three Little Angels

with thanks to Kayci, Troop 318 of the Arizona Cactus Pine GSC for sharing this song
Three little angels all dressed in white,
Tryin' to get to Heaven on the end of a kite,
Well, the kite string broke and down they fell,
Instead of going to Heaven, they went to...

Two little angels all dressed in white,
Tryin' to get to Heaven on the end of a kite,
Well, the kite string broke and down they fell,
Instead of going to Heaven, they went to...

One little angel all dressed in white,
Tryin' to get to Heaven on the end of a kite,
Well, the kite string broke and down she fell,
Instead of going to Heaven, she went to...

Three little devils all dressed in red,
Tryin' to get to Heaven on the end of a thread,
Well, the thread string broke and down they fell,
Instead of going to Heaven, they went to...

Two little devils all dressed in red,
Tryin' to get to Heaven on the end of a thread,
Well, the thread string broke and down they fell,
Instead of going to Heaven, they went to...

One little devil all dressed in red,
Tryin' to get to Heaven on the end of a thread,
Well, the thread string broke and down she fell,
Instead of going to Heaven, she went to...

Three little martians all dressed in green,
Tryin' to get to Heaven on a flying machine,
Well, it broke down and down they fell,
Instead of going to Heaven, they went to...

Two little martians all dressed in green,
Tryin' to get to Heaven on a flying machine,
Well, it broke down and down they fell,
Instead of going to Heaven, they went to...

One little martian all dressed in green,
Tryin' to get to Heaven on a flying machine,
Well, it broke down and down she fell,
Instead of going to Heaven, she went to...

Don't get excited,
Don't lose your head,
Instead of going to Heaven,
They went to bed!

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My Dog

with thanks to Emily
My dog Jelly likes to roam One day Jelly left his home He came back all nice & clean Where oh where has Jelly bean? Jelly Bean, Jelly Bean, Jelly Bean!!
Each time you sing it change the dog's name to lima, pinto, green, string, vanilla, human, or any others you may come up with.

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The Range Chicken Song

Thank you to Helena H. of Silver City, NM for sharing this song sung to the tune of "Back in the Saddle Again"

Back in the saddle again, Out where a hen is a hen. Where the ranging chickies feed, on the sprawling chicken weed, Back in the saddle aga-a-a-a-a-a-in.
I was riding a miniature horse, (a big one could stomp them, of course) When all' a suddenly some rogue rooster charged at me, I ran like a coward, of cour-r-r-r-r-r-se.
He chased me right back up the trail, I fled like a dog with tucked tail. Till that pony stoped to buck, I'd been praising my oun luck, now my chances were lookin' mite p-a-a-a-a-a-le.
That long-horned leghorn pecked me (On the prairie you can't climb a tree.) till the yotes sang their song when the darkness came along. Then he went to sleep and left me be-e-e-e-e.
Tryin' to thumb-down pickup trucks Noone stops, give up, and say "Shucks!" Now I'm walkin' in the night. Can't say I'm feelin' all right. From now on I ONLY HERD DUCKS !!!
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