I`M A NUT I`m a little nut so brown, Lying on the cold, cold ground

I’M A NUT
I’m a little nut so brown,
Lying on the cold, cold ground.
People often step on me,
That is why I’m cracked you see.
I’m a nut - XX, I’m a nut - XX,
I’m an n-u-t-t nut,
Boom boom boom.
Called myself on the telephone,
Just to hear my golden tone.
Asked myself out for a date,
Told myself ‘bout
Half past eight.
I’m a nut…..
Gee, I miss me all the time
Wonder if I’m doing fine
Maybe I’ll stop by to see
How my life is treating me
I’m a nut…..
Coca Cola went to town
Mr. Pibb knocked him down
Dr. Pepper shook him up
Then we all drank 7-up
I’m a nut…..
Henry Ford was a grand old man
Put four wheels on an old tin can
Stuck the key in and the darn thing ran
Crank crank, boom boom, clunk clunk, bam!
I’m a nut…..
Took myself
To the movie show,
Sat myself in the very last row.
Took my hand and led me out,
Drove me home and gave a shout.
I’m a nut….
Romeo and Juliet, on a balcony they met
Juliet said, “Go away,
Shakespeare’s comin’ in a Chevrolet!”
I’m a nut……
I’m a little wild flower,
Getting wilder by the hour.
No one wants to sit by me,
I’m as wild as I can be.
I’m a nut……
I’m so nutty I don’t know
Why the squirrels love me so
I’m descended from an oak
Nuts to you and that’s no joke
I’m a nut - X X, I’m a nut - X X
I’m an N-U-T-T nut
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
ONCE AN AUSTRIAN
VISTA
Once an Austrian went yodeling,
On a mountain so high,
When along came a cuckoo bird,
Interrupting his cry.
Flea. Flea fly. Flea fly flo. Vista.
Cumala, cumala, cumala vista.
Oh no-no no not ta vista.
Essa meeny sola meeny
Oowalla wally meeny.
Essa meeny sola meeny
Oowalla wa.
Eesh billy oten doten
Bobo be deten doten. Shhhh
Ooo-liii-aaah,
O-li-rah-ki-ki-ah
O-li-rah-cuc-koo
O-li-rah-ki-ki-ah
O-li-rah-cuc-koo
O-li-rah-ki-ki-ah
O-li-rah-cuc-koo
O-li-rah-ki-ki-ah,
Oh.
Two cuckoo birds
(cuckoo, cuckoo)
Skier (swish)
Avalanche (rumble, rumble)
Grizzly bear (grrr)
King Kong (GRRR!)
Ambulance (woo-woo)
Cowboy (yahoo!)
Minions (Banana song)
Flea. Flea fly. Flea fly mosquito.
Oh no-no no more mosquitoes.
Itchy-itchy, scratchy-scratchy,
Ooh I got one down my backy.
Beat that big bad bug
With the bug spray. Ssss
Dog.
Dog Cat.
Dog Cat Mouse.
Froggies.
Itsy bitsy teeny weeny little yellow froggies.
Jump, jump, jump, jump little froggies.
Eatin’ all the itsy bitsy worms and spiders.
Fleas and flies are scumdiddlyicious.
Ribbit --- Ribbit --- Ribbit Ribbit CROAK!
Camp
SONGS
PENGUIN SONG
Have you ever seen a penguin drinking tea?
Take a look at me, a penguin you will see!
Penguins attention! What?
Penguins begin! OK!
ONE BOTTLE OF POP
One bottle o’pop
Two bottle o’pop
Three bottle o’pop
Four bottle o’pop
Five bottle o’pop
Six bottle o’pop
Seven bottle o’pop, POP!
Don’t throw your junk in my backyard,
My backyard, my backyard.
Don’t throw your junk in my backyard.
My backyard’s full.
Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar.
Fish and chips and vinegar,
pepper, pepper, pepper, salt!
Right Arm
Left Arm
Right Foot
Left Foot
Bob your Head
Turn Around
Tongue Out
Penguins attention! What?
Penguins at ease! Ahhh!
EENER MEENER
I woke up Sunday morning
I looked up on the wall
The skeeters and the bedbugs,
Were havin’ a game of ball
The score was six to nothin’
The skeeters were ahead,
The bedbugs hit a homerun,
And knocked me out of bed…
I’m singin, Eener meener and a miner moe,
Catch a wiffer woffer, by the toe, and if he,
Hollers, hollers, hollers, don’t let him go,
I’m singin’, Eener meener and a miner moe!
I went downstairs for breakfast,
I ordered ham and eggs.
I ate so many pickles,
the juice ran down my legs.
I went back up the stairs,
to see about the score,
And when I got back up there,
the score was six to four…
I’m singin, Eener meener and a miner moe,
Catch a wiffer woffer, by the toe, and if he,
Hollers, hollers, hollers, don’t let him go,
I’m singin’, Eener meener and a miner moe!
I had a little duckie,
His name was Tiny Tim,
I put him in the bathtub,
to see if he could swim.
He drank up all the water,
He ate up all the soap,
He tried to eat the bathtub
But it wouldn’t go down his throat.
I’m singin, Eener meener
and a miner moe,
Catch a wiffer woffer,
by the toe, and if he,
Hollers, hollers, hollers,
don’t let him go,
I’m singin’,
Eener meener
and a miner moe!
PIZZA HUT
A Pizza Hut, a Pizza Hut,
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
McDonald’s, McDonald’s
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
A Burger King, a Burger King,
Dairy Queen and a Burger King
Outback, Outback
Dairy Queen and a Burger King
A Round Table, a Round Table,
Jack In The Box, and a Round Table
Qdoba, Qdoba,
Jack In The Box and a Round Table
A Taco Time, a Taco Time,
Cinnabon and a Taco Time
Starbucks, Starbucks
Cinnabon and a Taco Time
A Krispy Kreme, a Krispy Kreme,
Las Margaritas and a Krispy Kreme
Ivar’s, Ivar’s
Las Margaritas and a Krispy Kreme
A Red Robin, a Red Robin,
Magic Dragon and a Red Robin
Subway, Subway
Magic Dragon and a Red Robin
PIRATE SONG
SUPER CALIFORNIA SURFER
When I was ONE
I sucked my thumb,
the day I went to sea.
Because I was afraid to surf
when I was just a lad,
My father took my board away
and told me I was bad (You’re bad!)
I jumped aboard
a pirate ship
And the Captain
said to me,
“Wer’e goin’
this way, that way,
forward, backward
over the Irish Sea….
A juicy plum to warm my tum,
And that’s the life for me!
ARGH!”
When I was….
TWO – tied my shoe
THREE – skinned my knee
FOUR – mopped the floor
FIVE – took a dive
SIX – picked up sticks
SEVEN – when to heaven
EIGHT – shut the gate
NINE – broke my spine
TEN – the end!
Then one day I heard a word
That every surfer knows…
The longest word you’ve ever heard
And this is how it goes….
Super-California-Surfer-Expert-On-The-Ocean
Even though most of them
Do not use sun tan lotion
When they hit the waves too hard
There’s always a commotion,
Super-California-SurferExpert-On-The-Ocean
Um diddle iddle iddle
um diddle lie,
Um diddle iddle iddle
um diddle lie,
Because I was
afraid to surf……
AIN’T IT GREAT TO BE CRAZY
A horse and a flea and three blind mice
Sat on a curbstone shooting dice
The horse he slipped and fell on the flea
“Whoops!” said the flea,
“There’s a horse on me!”
Boom, boom!
Ain’t it great to be crazy?
Boom, boom!
Ain’t it great to be crazy?
Giddy and foolish
the whole day through
Boom, boom!
Ain’t it great to be crazy?
Way down south where bananas grow
A flea stepped on an elephant’s toe
The elephant cried with tears in his eyes,
Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?
Boom, boom!
Ain’t it great to be crazy? . . . . .
Way down south where there’s ice and snow
There lived a penguin and his name was Joe
He got so tired of black and white
He wore pink pants to the dance last night!
Boom, boom!
Ain’t it great to be crazy? . . .
Superman flyin’ through the air,
In his superman underwear.
Is it a bird, or is it a plane?
Or is it his sweetheart, Lois Lane?
Boom, boom!
Ain’t it great to be crazy? . . .
Eli, Eli, he sells socks,
Five cents a pair, and a dollar a box,
The longer you wear them, the shorter they get,
You put ‘em in the water and they don’t get wet!
Boom, boom!
Ain’t it great to be crazy?
Boom, boom!
Ain’t it great to be crazy?
Giddy and foolish
the whole day through
Boom, boom!
Ain’t it great to be crazy?
THREE SHORT-NECKED BUZZARDS
Three short-necked buzzards
Three short-necked buzzards
Three short-necked buzzards
Sitting on a dead tree.
One flew AAA-way. What AAA-shame.
Two short-necked buzzards
Two short-necked buzzards
Two short-necked buzzards
Sitting on a dead tree.
One flew AAA-way. What AAA-shame.
One short-necked buzzard
One short-necked buzzard
One short-necked buzzard
Sitting on a dead tree.
One flew AAA-way.
What AAA-shame.
No short-necked buzzards
No short-necked buzzards
No short-necked buzzards
Sitting on a dead tree.
Look! One has REEE-turned.
Let us REEE-joice!
One short-necked buzzard
One short-necked buzzard
One short-necked buzzard
Sitting on a dead tree.
Look! One has REEE-turned.
Let us REEE-joice!
Two short-necked buzzards
Two short-necked buzzards
Two short-necked buzzards
Sitting on a dead tree.
Look! One has REEE-turned.
Let us REEE-joice!
Three short-necked buzzards
Three short-necked buzzards
Three short-necked buzzards
Sitting on a dead tree.
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 Jeffrey Hardy
They're about to organize a searching party.
Take me home, oh muddah fadduh,
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.
HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH
Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh,
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 Spivy
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.
Dearest fadduh, darling muddah,
How's my precious little bruddah?
Let me come home if ya miss me
I will even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.
Wait a minute, it stopped hailing,
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing,
Playing baseball, gee that's better,
Muddah Fadduh kindly disregard this letter.
GRANDMA’S FEATHER BED
When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor
We used to go down to Grandma's house
Every month end or so
We had chicken pie, country ham,
And homemade butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
Was her great big feather bed
Well I love my Ma, an' I love my Pa
Love Granny and Grandpa too
Been fishing with my uncle, I wrestled with my cousin
I even kissed Aunt Lou oooh
But if ever had to make a choice
I guess it ought to be said
That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road
For Grandma's feather bed
It was nine feet high, six feet wide . . .
It was nine feet high, six feet wide
Soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese
Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids, four hound dogs
And a piggy we stole from the shed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
On Grandma's feather bed
After the supper we'd sit around the fire
The old folks'd spit and chew
Pa would talk about the farm and the war
And Granny'd sing a ballad or two
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
Till the cobwebs filled my head
Next thing I knew I'd wake up in the morning
In the middle of the old feather bed
It was nine feet high, six feet wide . . .
POTATO
They're red, they're white, they're brown
They get that way underground
There can't be much to do
So now they have blue ones too
We don't care what thay look like we'll eat them
Any way they can fit on our plate
Every way we can conjure to heat the m
We're delighted and think they're just great
I guess the use is scant
For other parts of the plant
But that which grows in view
Is eating potato too
I imagine them under their acres
Out in Idaho and up in Maine
Maybe wondering if they'll be bakers
Or knishes or latkes or plain
PO ta to po ta to po ta to po . . .
PO TA TO
Sometimes we ditch the skin
To eat what it's holding in
Sometimes we'd rather please
Have just the outside with cheese
BILL GROGAN’S GOAT
PO TA TO
They have eyes but they do not have faces
I don't know if their feelings get hurt
By just hanging around in dark places
Where they only can stare at the dirt
PO TA TO
Gill Groagan’s goat, was feeling fine,
Ate three red shirts, from off the line.
Bill took a stick, gave him a w hack,
And tied him to, the railroad track.
The whistle blew, the train drew nigh.
Bill Grogan’s goat, was doomed to die.
He gave three groans, of awful pain,
Coughed up the shirts, and flagged the train.
STATE LAUGHS
I told a joke, in Idaho
They liked my joke, and really let me know.
Cuz in Idaho, They go, “Ho ho ho!”
and ro-o-o-o-oll on the floor.
So then I went, to Tennessee,
I told my joke, they greeted it with glee.
But in Tennessee, They go “Hee hee hee!”
In Idaho, they go, “Ho ho ho!”
and ro-o-o-o-oll on the floor.
Well next I went, to Arkansas,
I told my joke, and got a big guffaw.
In Arkansas, they go “Haw haw haw!
In Tennessee, they go “Hee hee hee!”
In Idaho, they go, “Ho ho ho!”
and ro-o-o-o-oll on the floor.
I tried my luck, in old Kentuk,
They heard my joke, and they were thunderstruck.
In old Kentuck, they go “Nyuk nyuk nyuk”
In Arkansas, they go “Haw haw haw!
In Tennessee, they go “Hee hee hee!”
In Idaho, they go, “Ho ho ho!”
and ro-o-o-o-oll on the floor.
My joke went big, in Washington,
Where “Ho ho ho’s” are hardly ever done.
In Washington, they go “Oh what fun!”
In old Kentuck, they go “Nyuk nyuk nyuk”
In Arkansas, they go “Haw haw haw!
In Tennessee, they go “Hee hee hee!”
In Idaho, well by now you know,
They ro-o-o-o-oll on the floor.
I came back home, to Delaware,
I told my joke, and all they did was stare.
It was very upsetting.
In Washington, they go “Oh what fun!”
In old Kentuck, they go “Nyuk nyuk nyuk”
In Arkansas, they go “Haw haw haw!
In Tennessee, they go “Hee hee hee!”
In Idaho, they go, “Ho ho ho!”
In all those places, they squigel up their faces,
and ro-o-o-o-oll on the floor!
THIS OLD WHALE
This old whale, his name’s Sam
His best friend is a baby clam
With a goo-goo giddy-goo, hold my sandy hand
This old whale’s name is Sam
These old whales, they’re my friends
I see them every time I dive in
With a hey-hey howdy hey, ‘til we meet a again
Let me introduce my friends
This old whale, his name’s Fred
With a wig of barnacles on his head
With a boo-boo biddy boo, send him off to bed
This old whale’s name is Fred
This old whale, his name’s Bert
This old whale, his name’s Phil
This old whale, his name’s Chuck
This old whale, his name’s Fred
This old whale, his name’s Sam
And I’ve seen them every time that I’ve swam
This old whale, his name’s Chuck
He swam o the land but he got stuck
With a moo-moo middy-moo, oyster in the muck
This old whale’s name is Chuck
This old whale, his name’s Phil
His mouth is a big hotel for krill
With a loo-loo lippy-loo, give a fish a gill
This old whale’s name is Phil
This old whale, his name’s Bert
He skinned his fin and he said it hurt
With a bam-bam biddy bam, shellfish in the dirt
This old whale’s name is Bert
WISHY WASHY WASHERWOMAN
Waaaaaaay, down in the valley where nobody goes
There’s a wishy washy washerwoman
WASHIN’ HER CLOTHES
She goes – OO – AH (4x)
That’s how the wishy washy washerwoman
WASHES HER CLOTHES
Waaaaaaay, down in the valley where nobody goes
There’s a wishy washy washerwoman
EATIN’ OREOS
She goes – DUNK – (GULP) (4x)
That’s how the wishy washy washerwoman
EATS OREOS
Waaaaaaay, down in the valley where nobody goes
There’s a wishy washy washerwoman
DRYIN’ HER CLOTHES
She goes – HOO – HAH (4x)
That’s how the wishy washy washerwoman
DRIES HER CLOTHES
Waaaaaaay, down in the valley where nobody goes
There’s a wishy washy washerwoman
PAINTIN’ HER TOES
She goes – SH – OO (4x)
That’s how the wishy washy washerwoman
PAINTS HER TOES
Waaaaaaay, down in the valley where nobody goes
There’s a wishy washy washerwoman
FOLDIN’ HER CLOTHES
She goes – (CLAP-CLAP) (4x)
That’s how the wishy washy washerwoman
FOLDS HER CLOTHES
Waaaaaaay, down in the valley where nobody goes
There’s a wishy washy washerwoman
PUTTIN’ ON PANTYHOSE
She goes – OO – AH (4x)
That’s how the wishy washy washerwoman
PUTS ON PANTYHOSE
Waaaaaaay, down in the valley where nobody goes
There’s a wishy washy washerwoman
SMELLIN’ A ROSE
She goes – (SNIFF) – AHH (4x)
That’s how the
wishy washy washerwoman
SMELLS A ROSE
Waaaaaaay, down in the valley where nobody goes
There’s a wishy washy washerwoman
SAYIN’ GOODBYE
She goes – GOOD – BYE (4x)
That’s how the wishy washy washerwoman
SAYS GOODBYE
LET THE S GO
I’ve seen a small spider spin silk in the snow
Yo, ho, let the s go
I’ve een a mall pider pin ilk in the now
Rin tin tin, put a t in
I’ve teen a tall tider tin tilk in the tow
Yo, ho, let the t go
I’ve een a mall pider pin ilk in the now
Rin tin tin, put a g in
I’ve geen a gall gider gin gilk in the go
Yo, ho, let the g go
I’ve een a mall pider pin ilk in the now
Rin tin tin, put an l in
I’ve leen a lall lider lin lilk in the low
Yo, ho, let the l go
I’ve een a mall pider pin ilk in the now
Rin tin tin, put a d in
I’ve deen a dall dider din dilk in the dow
Yo, ho, let the d go
I’ve een a mall pider pin ilk in the now
Rin tin tin, put a z in
I’ve zeen a zall zider zin zilk in the zow
Yo, ho, let the z go
I’ve een a mall pider pin ilk in the now
Rin tin tin, put an s back in
I’ve seen a small spider spin silk in the snow
Now it’s time to go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
TRIP THE LIGHT
If all the days that come to pass
Are behind these walls
I’ll be left at the end of things
In a world kept small
I’ll find my way home
On the Western wind
To a place that was once my world
Back from where I’ve been
Travel far from what I know
I’ll be swept away
I need to know I can be lost
and not afraid
And in the morning light I’ll remember
As the sun will rise
We are all the glowing embers
of a distant fire
We’re gonna trip the light
We’re gonna break the night
And we’ll see with new eyes
When we trip the light
We’re gonna trip the light
We’re gonna break the night
And we’ll see with new eyes
When we trip the light
Remember we’re lost together
Remember we’re the same
We hold the burning rhythm in our hearts
We hold the flame
We’re gonna trip the light
We’re gonna break the night
And we’ll see with new eyes
When we trip the light
GEE MOM, I WANNA GO HOME
Oh, I don’t want no more of camp life! . . .
The BISCUITS at Camp Cedar Springs
they say are mighty fine.
One rolled off the table,
and killed a friend of mine!
The WATER at Camp Cedar Springs
they say are mighty fine.
It has a funny odor,
and tastes like turpentine!
Oh, I don’t want no more of camp life!
Gee mom, I wanna go,
But they won’t let me go,
Gee mom, I wanna go home!
Oh, I don’t want no more of camp life! . . .
The CHICKEN at Camp Cedar Springs
they say is mighty fine.
One jumped off the table,
and started marking time!
Oh, I don’t want no more of camp life! . . .
The BUSES at Camp Cedar Springs
they say are mighty fine.
They go around the corner,
and leave the wheels behind!
Oh, I don’t want no more of camp life! . . .
The TEACHERS at Camp Cedar Springs
they say are mighty fine.
We get up at seven,
and they get up at nine!
The PIZZA at Camp Cedar Springs
they say are mighty fine.
You’re gonna keep on chewing it,
until you’re ninety-nine!
Oh, I don’t want no more of camp life! . . .