Father's Old Grey Whiskers Song
This Song is meant for Cub Scouts.
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Decide for yourself if it is appropriate for your younger scouts or not.
Lyrics:
I have a dear old daddy
For whom I nightly pray,
He has a set of whiskers,
They're always in the way.
Chorus:
They're always in the way,
The cows eat them for hay,
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt,
They're always in the way.
Around the supper table,
We make a happy group,
Until dear father's whiskers,
Get tangled in the soup.
Chorus
Father had a strong back,
But now it's all caved in,
He stepped upon his whiskers,
And walked up to his chin.
Chorus
We have a dear old mother,
With him at night she sleeps,
She wakes up in the morning,
Eating shredded wheat.
Chorus
We have a dear old Mommy,
She likes his whiskers, too.
She uses them for cleaning
And stirring up a stew.
Chorus
We have a dear old brother
Who has a Ford machine.
He uses Daddy's whiskers
To strain the gasoline.
Chorus
We have a dear old sister.
It really is a laugh.
She sprinkles Daddy's whiskers
As bath salts in her bath.
Chorus
We have a little brother,
His name is Sonny Jim.
He climbs up daddy's whiskers
To sock him in the chin
Chorus
We have a little sister,
Her name is Mary Anne.
She uses daddy's whiskers
To wipe the frying pan.
Chorus
We have another sister,
Her name is Ida Mae.
She climbs up Daddy's whiskers
And braids them every day.
Chorus
Daddy fought in Flanders,
He wasn't killed, you see:
His whiskers looked like bushes
And fooled the enemy.
Chorus
When Daddy goes in swimming,
No bathing suit for him.
He ties his whiskers 'round his waist
And happily jumps in.
Chorus
Daddy went out sailing,
The wind blew down the mast.
He hoisted up his whiskers
And never went so fast.
Chorus
Daddy was in a tavern;
He likes his lager beer.
He pinned a pretzel to his nose
And kept his whiskers clear.
Chorus
For whom I nightly pray,
He has a set of whiskers,
They're always in the way.
Chorus:
They're always in the way,
The cows eat them for hay,
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt,
They're always in the way.
Around the supper table,
We make a happy group,
Until dear father's whiskers,
Get tangled in the soup.
Chorus
Father had a strong back,
But now it's all caved in,
He stepped upon his whiskers,
And walked up to his chin.
Chorus
We have a dear old mother,
With him at night she sleeps,
She wakes up in the morning,
Eating shredded wheat.
Chorus
We have a dear old Mommy,
She likes his whiskers, too.
She uses them for cleaning
And stirring up a stew.
Chorus
We have a dear old brother
Who has a Ford machine.
He uses Daddy's whiskers
To strain the gasoline.
Chorus
We have a dear old sister.
It really is a laugh.
She sprinkles Daddy's whiskers
As bath salts in her bath.
Chorus
We have a little brother,
His name is Sonny Jim.
He climbs up daddy's whiskers
To sock him in the chin
Chorus
We have a little sister,
Her name is Mary Anne.
She uses daddy's whiskers
To wipe the frying pan.
Chorus
We have another sister,
Her name is Ida Mae.
She climbs up Daddy's whiskers
And braids them every day.
Chorus
Daddy fought in Flanders,
He wasn't killed, you see:
His whiskers looked like bushes
And fooled the enemy.
Chorus
When Daddy goes in swimming,
No bathing suit for him.
He ties his whiskers 'round his waist
And happily jumps in.
Chorus
Daddy went out sailing,
The wind blew down the mast.
He hoisted up his whiskers
And never went so fast.
Chorus
Daddy was in a tavern;
He likes his lager beer.
He pinned a pretzel to his nose
And kept his whiskers clear.
Chorus
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