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….. 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…. 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……

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….. Romeo and Juliet, on a balcony they met Juliet said, “Go away, Shakespeare’s comin’ in a Chevrolet!” 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 Once an Austrian went yodeling, On a mountain so high, When along came a cuckoo bird, Interrupting his cry. 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)

VISTA 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 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 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!

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! 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 When I was ONE I sucked my thumb, the day I went to sea. 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!

SUPER CALIFORNIA SURFER 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!) 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-Surfer- Expert-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.

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.

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. 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 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 . . .

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 . . .

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 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 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

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 . . . BILL GROGAN’S GOAT 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 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 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

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 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

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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Travel far from what I know I’ll be swept away I need to know I can be lost and not afraid 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

I’ll find my way home On the Western wind To a place that was once my world Back from where I’ve been 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

GEE MOM, I WANNA GO HOME The BISCUITS at Camp Cedar Springs they say are mighty fine. One rolled off the table, and killed a friend of mine! 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! 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 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! . . . 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! . . .

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!