1492 - Columbo | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Lyrics: | In fourteen hundred and ninety two, (repeat) A sailor from New Delhi (repeat) Was walking down the streets of Spain, (repeat) Selling hot tamales (repeat) Chorus: He said the world was roundo (repeat) He said it could be foundo (repeat) That hypothetical calculatin' son of a gun Colombo(repeat) He walked right up to the Queen of Spain (repeat) And asked for ships and cargo (repeat) He said I'll be a son of a gun if I don't bring back Chicago (repeat) - Chorus The ships cook, the ships cook (repeat) Yes he was a cookin' (repeat) He slipped a rat into the pot (repeat) When no one else was lookin' (repeat) - Chorus The second mate, the second mate (repeat) Yes he was a singin' (repeat) He hit the second highest note (repeat) And all our ears were ringin' (repeat) - Chorus The first mate, the first mate, (repeat) Yes he was a biggun (repeat) He fought and killed an octopus (repeat) And used its arms for riggin' (repeat) - Chorus The captain, the captain, (repeat) Yes he was a sailin' (repeat) He guided us around the world (repeat) And home without a failin' (repeat) - Chorus |
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A Ram Sam Sam | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam A rafi, a rafi, Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam A rafi, a rafi, Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam Alternate Lyrics A Pizza Hut, a Pizza Hut Kentucky Fried Chicken and a 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 Long John Silvers and a Burger King A Burger King, a Burger King Long John Silvers and a Burger King Red Lobster, Red Lobster Long John Silvers and a Burger King A Dairy Queen, a Dairy Queen Chucky Cheese and a Dairy Queen A Dairy Queen, a Dairy Queen Chucky Cheese and a Dairy Queen Roy Rogers, Roy Rogers Chucky Cheese and a Dairy Queen Actions: Pizza Hut: Make shape of hut in air Kentucky Fried Chicken: Flap elbows up and down McDonalds: Put hands on top of head for arches Burger King: Put hands on head with fingers up to make crown Long John Silvers: Mimic sword play Red Lobster: Hold up arms and bring fingers down on thumbs like lobster claws Dairy Queen: Mimic milking a cow Chucky Cheese: Mimic throwing a pizza in air Roy Rogers: Mimic riding a horse. A good Cub Scout, A good Cub Scout, A new Tiger Cub and a good Cub Scout A good Cub Scout, A good Cub Scout, A busy young Wolf Cub and a good Cub Scout We are Cub Scouts! We are Cub Scouts! A growing fast Bear Cub and a good Cub Scout We are Cub Scouts! We are Cub Scouts! A pack leading Webelos and a good Cub Scout |
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A Song That Gets on Everybody's Nerves | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves And this is how it goes... (repeat forever) |
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Ain't No Bugs on Me | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Oh, there ain't no bugs on me, on me. There ain't no bugs on me There may be bugs on some of you mugs But there ain't no bugs on me. Oh there ain't no flies on me, on me. There ain't no flies on me. There may be flies on some of you guys But there ain't no flies on me. Well, the Juney bug comes in the month of June The lightning bug comes in May Bed bug comes just any old time But, they're not going to stay Well, a bull frog sittin' on a lily pad Looking up at the sky The lily pad broke and the frog fell in He got water all in his eye. There ain't no frogs on us. There ain't no frogs on us. There might be frogs on some of you dogs, But there ain't no frogs on us. Mosquito he fly high Mosquito he fly low If old mosquito lands on me He ain't a gonna fly no mo' A peanut sittin' on a railroad track His heart was all a flutter Along come a choo-choo on the track Toot! Toot! Peanut butter! A cow walked on the railroad track, the train was coming fast. The train got off the railroad track to let the cow go past! As I went walking through the woods Humming a tune so gaily The wind come whistling through the trees And froze my ukelele Oh there ain't no lobsters on me There, ain't no lobsters on me There may be lobsters On some of you mobsters But there ain't no lobsters on me. Oh it ain't gonna rain no more no more It ain't gonna rain no more How in the heck can I wash my neck When it ain't gonna rain no more? Well little bugs have littler bugs. Up on their backs to bite'em And the littler bugs have still littler bugs And so ad infinitum. We had a cat down on our farm It had a ball of yarn When those little cats were born They all had sweaters on She lay down by the sewer And by the sewer she died And at the coroner's inquest They called it sewer side We had a goat down on our farm It ate up old tin cans When those little goats were born They came in Ford sedans Some people say that fleas are black But I know that ain't so 'Cause Marry had a little lamb Whose fleece was white as snow Mary had a little lamb, so goes the tale of yore. She loved that little lamb so much, she passed the plate for more. I woke up in the morning, I glanced upon the wall. The roaches and the bedbugs were having a game of ball. The score was six to nothing, the roaches were ahead. A bedbug hit a home run and knocked me out of bed! The chamber maid came to my bed Get up you lazy sinner We need the sheets for table cloths And it's almost time for dinner Jack and Jill went up the hill To try out Jack's new flivver The car broke down a mile from town And dumped them in the river. A doctor fell into a well and broke his collar bone. We think that he should tend the sick and leave the well alone. A farmer slipped on the old barn roof when rotten boards gave way, And as as he fell, he shrugged and said, 'It's time to hit the hay.' Humpty Dumpty fell right down and landed on his head, So, all the horses and the men had scrambled eggs and bread. |
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Ain't That Funky Now | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | This is popular, probably because its just so silly and scouts can easily create more verses. It's more of a chant than a song. |
| Lyrics: | Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, All the king's horses and all of the king's men said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water, Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Hickery dickery dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck one, and down he run and said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eating her curds and whey When along came a spider and sat down beside her and said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Baa Baa Black sheep have you any wool, Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full, One for my master and one for the dame, And one for the little boy who said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring, he went to bed and bumped his head and said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] I'm a little tea pot short and stout, this is my handle and this is my spout, when you tip me over I will shout... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Yankee Doodle went to town a-ridin' on his pony, Stuck a feather in his hat and said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Old mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to get her poor dog a bone, but when she got there, the cupboard was bare and she said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a tiger by the toe, if he hollers make him say... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] All around the mulbery bush the monkey chased the weasle, The monkey thought it was all in fun, and said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater had a wife and couldn't keep her, Put her in a pumpkin shell and she said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] This little piggy went to market, This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, And this little piggy had none. And this little piggy said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the water. The itsy bitsy spider said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Rub-a-dub-dub-dub three men in a tub,... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Ole King Kole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he. He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl, And he said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She has so many children, she said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Hey diddle diddle the cat and fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport And cat said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Little boy blue come blow your horn, The sheeps in the meadow, the cows in the corn... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep And doesn't know where to fine them... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go... WHOA, ain't that Funky now! [Clap, Clap] |
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America | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring. My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees, Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathes partake, Let rocks for silence break, The sound prolong. Our fathers' God to Thee, Author of liberty To thee we sing; Long may our land be bright, With freedom's holy light, Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. |
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America, the Beautiful | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self the country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for halcyon skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the enameled plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till souls wax fair as earth and air And music-hearted sea! O beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stem impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought By pilgrim foot and knee! O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife When once and twice, for man's avail Men lavished precious life! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee! |
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Anchors Aweigh | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Stand, Navy, out to sea, Fight our battle cry; We'll never change our course, So vicious foe steer shy-y-y-y. Roll out the TNT, Anchors Aweigh. Sail on to victory And sink their bones to Davy Jones, hooray! Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh. Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay. Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam, Until we meet once more, Here's wishing you a happy voyage home. The Original Version Stand Navy down the field, sails set to the sky. We'll never change our course, so Army you steer shy-y-y-y. Roll up the score, Navy, Anchors Aweigh. Sail Navy down the field and sink the Army, sink the Army Grey. Get underway, Navy, decks cleared for the fray, We'll hoist true Navy Blue o Army down your Grey-y-y-y. Full speed ahead, Navy; Army heave to, Furl Black and Grey and Gold and hoist the Navy, hoist the Navy Blue Blue of the Seven Seas; gold of God's great sun Let these our colors be till all of time be done-n-n-ne, By Severn shore we learn Navy's stern call: Faith, courage, service true, with honor over, honor over all. |
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Announcements | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Announcements, announcements, announcements! What a terrible way to die, A terrible way to die, A terrible way to be talked to death. A terrible way to die. Announcements, announcements, announcements! (London Bridge) Make the announcements short and sweet, Short and sweet, Short and sweet. Make the announcemnts short and sweet, They're so BORING! Announcements, announcements, announcements! (Ever Seen a Windmill) Have you ever seen a windbag, A windbag, a windbag? Have you ever seen a windbag? Well, there's one right now. Swings this way and that way, And this way and that way, Have you ever seen a windbag? Well there's one RIGHT NOW! Announcements, announcements, announcements! (Freres Jaques) Words of wisdom, Words of wisdom. Here they come, Here they come. Boring words of wisdom, Boring words of wisdom. Dum, dum, dum, Dum, dum, dum. Announcements, announcements, announcements! (What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor) What do you do with a loud Cubmaster? What do you do with a loud Cubmaster? What do you do with a loud Cubmaster, Early in the evening? Hit him in the face with a chocolate cream pie! Hit him in the face with a chocolate cream pie! Hit him in the face with a chocolate cream pie, Early in the evening! Announcements, announcements, announcements! Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream Throw the announcements overboard and listen to them scream. Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream. Ha Ha! Fooled you, I'm a submarine. Announcements, announcements, announcements! The man stood up to talk. He talked real long and hard. He talked so long I wrote this song, On the lid of a can of lard! He's got something to say. I'm sure it must be good. But if he talks too long today, we'll leave its understood. Announcements, announcements, announcements! We've got a silly cheer, That you've just got to hear! It makes no sense we're sure you know, The announcements have to GO! |
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Apples and Bananas | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | I like to eat, I like to eat, eight apples and bananas I like to eat, I like to eat, eight apples and bananas (Repeat replacing all vowels with the long "a", "e", "i", "o", "u") For example: A lAke tA Ate, A lAke tA Ate, Ate Aapples And bAnAnAs ... |
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Baby Bumble Bee | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | User your leader's name instead of 'my leader' if it fits. Or, 'my counselor', 'Scoutmaster', or other title. |
| Lyrics: | (cup hands carrying bee) I found at camp a baby bumble bee Won't my leader be so proud of me? I found at camp a baby bumble bee... Ouch! It stung me! (squish hands together) I'm squashing up my baby bumble bee Won't my leader be so proud of me? I'm squashing up my baby bumble bee... Ew! What a mess! (put hand in front of mouth like licking) I'm licking up my baby bumble bee Won't my leader be so proud of me? I'm licking up my baby bumble bee... Ugh! I feel sick! (hold stomache and bend over) I'm barfing up my baby bumble bee Won't my leader be so proud of me? I'm barfing up my baby bumble bee... Oh! Another mess! (pretend mopping, then stand tall and proud) I'm mopping up my baby bumble bee Won't my leader be so proud of me? I'm mopping up my baby bumble bee... Hey, leader, aren't you proud of me? I found at camp a baby bumble bee (clap loud)I got it before it got me! |
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Baby Shark | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The fun of this song is in the actions. As the shark gets bigger, so does its mouth you make with your hands and arms. |
| Lyrics: | (shark mouth with hands connected at wrist) Baby shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Baby shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Baby shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Baby shark (shark mouth with forearms connected at elbows) Momma shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Momma shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Momma shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Momma shark (shark mouth with full arms) Daddy shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Daddy shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Daddy shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Daddy shark (same as Daddy, but with fists instead of fingers to look like no teeth) Grandpa shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Grandpa shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Grandpa shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Grandpa shark (swimming crawl motion with arms) Swimmer dude, Doh-doh, doh, doh Swimmer dude, Doh-doh, doh, doh Swimmer dude, Doh-doh, doh, doh Swimmer dude (hand on top of head like shark fin. Other hand rubbing stomache with hungry look on face.) Hungry shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Hungry shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Hungry shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Hungry shark (backcrawl swimming motion with arms) Swam away, Doh-doh, doh, doh Swam away, Doh-doh, doh, doh Swam away, Doh-doh, doh, doh Swam away (same backcrawl, with very frantic actions) Swam too slow, Doh-doh, doh, doh Swam too slow, Doh-doh, doh, doh Swam too slow, Doh-doh, doh, doh Swam too slow (hop on one leg to beat) Lost a leg, Doh-doh, doh, doh Lost a leg, Doh-doh, doh, doh Lost a leg, Doh-doh, doh, doh Lost a leg (hand on head like shark fin. Other hand rubs stomache with a very satisfied look on face.) Happy shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Happy shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Happy shark, Doh-doh, doh, doh Happy shark (push cellphone numbers to beat) Call 9-1-1, Doh-doh, doh, doh Call 9-1-1, Doh-doh, doh, doh Call 9-1-1, Doh-doh, doh, doh Call 9-1-1 (make any dieing actions you want. finger across neck, grabbing heart, fainting away,...) It's too late, Doh-doh, doh, doh It's too late, Doh-doh, doh, doh It's too late, Doh-doh, doh, doh It's too late (point to your bottom) That's the end, Doh-doh, doh, doh That's the end, Doh-doh, doh, doh That's the end, Doh-doh, doh, doh That's the end |
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Back to Gilwell | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | The Wood Badge song. The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | I used to be a Beaver, and a good ol' Beaver too, But now I've finished Beaver-ing, I don't know what to do, I'm growing old and feeble, And I can Beaver no more, So I'm going to work my ticket if I can. Chorus: Back to Gilwell, happy land; I'm going to work my ticket if I can. Verses: I used to be a Bobwhite… I used to be an Eagle… I used to be a Fox… I used to be an Owl… I used to be a Bear… I used to be a Buffalo… I used to be an Antelope… I used to be a Staffer… |
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Battle Hymn of the Republic | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Chorus: Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on In the beauty of a stable Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His presence that transfigures you and me, And he died to make men holy, Let us live to make men free; While God is marching on. Chorus Chicken Sandwich I walk into a restaurant And this is what I cry: 'I want a chicken sandwich, Cup of coffee, piece of pie.' Oh, you will surely hear me Sing this song until I die! 'I want a chicken sandwich, Cup of coffee, piece of pie.' It isn't any trouble just to S-M-I-L-E It isn't any trouble just to S-M-I-L-E There isn't any trouble that won't vanish like a bubble, If you only take the trouble just to S-M-I-L-E. It isn't any trouble just to G-R-I-N, grin. It isn't any trouble just to L-A-U-G-H It isn't any trouble just to HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! I went fishing at the lake With worms and pole and pail, To catch a fish for supper, But instead I caught a whale. I climbed upon his slippery back, And took myself a ride, But he swam so fast I slipped right off, And landed right inside. Glory, glory hallelujah, That's a tall tale I told to ya, Shakes and shivers running through ya, (Spoken) Here comes another one, worse than the other one. An astronaut invited me To take a ride in space. We blasted off one morning, For a most unusual place. We landed on a planet, After many weeks of flight; We saw three-headed elephants, A most unusual sight. Glory, glory hallelujah That's a tall tale I told to ya. Do you believe that it is true, ya? (Spoken) Well it's not! I dug a hole to plant a tree One warm and sunny day. I dug so deep I couldn't get out To run and jump and play. I thought to keep on digging Was the best thing I could do. So I made a hole clean through the earth, And then I fell right through. Glory, glory hallelujah That's the last tale I'll tell to ya, Aren't you glad that I am through, ya? (Spoken) Thank goodness!! |
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Battle Hymn Scouting Verses | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | The Weekend I have seen the sky in darkness, I have seen it in the sun, I have felt the rain upon me, I’ve enjoyed the snowy fun. When the weather isn’t cloudy or the wind it doesn’t blow. It isn’t only raining, it’s the weekend too, you know. Glory, glory, it’s the weekend! Glory, glory, it’s the weekend! I can tell because it’s raining and it’s 42 below, As we Scouts go marching on. Ode to a Den Leader After raising six sweet daughters, I was glad to have a son. I thought of all the games we'd play, the picnics, hikes and fun. I thought of how we'd sit and talk for hours when day is done. Oh, wasn't I the foolish one. Chorus: Glory, glory, I'm a leader. How'd I get to be a leader? All I ever wanted was to have a little fun Cub Scouting with my son. I tried to make excuses and their pleas to ignore. I said, 'I'm not equipped!' they said, 'Oh, yes you are, what more, We will train you in the basics and outfit you for the corps.' And they shoved me out the door. Chorus They taught me how to sing a song and how to tie a knot. They taught me how to do a skit, make puppets on the spot. They taught me all I'd need to know, at least that's what I thought. 'Til a Cub came in with a snake that he'd caught! Chorus The time arrived for hiking, just my Webelos den and me. They say the woods are full of many sights for you to see. I know we sure were sights when we were found, eventually. And I do this all for free. Chorus But even though I mumble and I grumble and I pout And many times I wonder what's the best way to get out. When all is said and done there really isn't any doubt. I'm glad to be a scout! Glory, glory, I'm a leader! I'm so glad to be a leader! When all is said and done and then they lay me to my rest, They'll say I did my best! |
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Battle of New Orleans | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | In eighteen fourteen we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip'. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans, And we fought the bloody British near the town of New Orleans. Chorus: We fired our guns but the British kept a comin'. There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began a runnin', Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We looked down the river and we seen the British come, And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum. They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring. We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing. - Chorus Ol' Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise, If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eyes. We held our fire 'til we seen their faces well, Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em ... Well, ... - Chorus We fired our cannons 'til the barrel melted down, Then we grabbed an alligator and we fired another round. We filled his mouth with cannon balls and powdered his behind, And when we set the powder off the 'gator lost his mind. oh, ... - Chorus They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles. They ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go. They ran so fast, the hounds couldn't catch 'em, Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. - Chorus |
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Be Kind to Your Webfooted Friends | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Be kind to your web-footed friends For that duck may be somebody's mother, She lives in a nest in a swamp Where the weather is always damp. You may think that this is the end, Well it is, but to prove we're all liars, We're going to sing it again, Only this time we'll sing a little higher. [Repeat the song but sing it a bit higher. Continue for as many rounds as you can stand.] Finally, end with: You may think that this is the end.... Well you're right! Be kind to your old umbrella, For some day it may be under the weather. Be kind to your old pair of shoes, And they'll keep out the rain and mud. Be kind to your fur-bearing friends, For a skunk may be somebody's brother. Be kind to your friends with the stripes Including raccoons and snipes. |
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Beverly Hillbillies | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Come listen to a story about a man named Jed A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed, Then one day he was shootin' at some food, And up from the ground came a bubblin' crude. Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea. Well the first thing you know ol' Jed's a millionaire, His kinfolk said, 'Jed, move away from there!' They said, 'Californy is the place you oughtta be.' So, they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly. Hills, that is, Swimmin' pools, movie stars. Well now its time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin. And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin' in. You're all invited back next week to this locality To have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality Hillybilly that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off. Y'all come back now, y'hear? |
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Big Bad John | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | Hear It |
| Lyrics: | Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big John. Big John Big Jooooooohn Big Bad John Nobody seemed to know where John called home He just drifted into town and stayed all alone He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John. Somebody said he came from New Orleans Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand Sent a Lousiana fella to the Promised Land - Big John Big John Big Jooooooohn Big Bad John Then came the day at the bottom of the mine When a timber cracked and men started cryin' Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast Everybody thought that they'd breathed their last-'cept John Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone - Big John Big John Big Jooooooohn Big Bad John With all of his strength he gave a mighty shove Then a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!" And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave Now there's only one left down there to save - Big John With jacks and timbers they started back down Then came that rumble way down in the ground And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John Big John Big Jooooooohn Big Bad John Now they never reopened that worthless pit They just placed a marble stand in front of it These few words are written on that stand At the bottem of this mine lies a big, big man - Big John Big John Big Jooooooohn Big Bad John |
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Bill Grogan's Goat | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: Leader sings and then everyone repeats at each (*) |
| Lyrics: | Bill Grogan's goat,* was feeling fine.* Ate three red shirts,* right off the line.* Bill took a stick,* gave him three whacks,* And tied him to,* the railroad tracks.* The whistle blew,* the train grew nigh;* Bill Grogan's goat,* was doomed to die.* He gave three moans,* of mortal pain,* Barfed up those shirts,* and flagged that train.* The Engineer,* got out to see,* What in the world,* this thing could be.* And when he saw,* It was a goat,* Pulled out his knife,* and cut it's throat.* Now Billy Goat* is really dead,* He went to heaven,* without a head.* And when he got there,* St. Peter said,* 'Dear Billy Goat,* where is your head?'* I do not know,* I can not tell,* For all I know,* It just may be ...* Way down yonder in the paw paw patch.* (can migrate right into the Paw Paw Patch song) |
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Billboard Song | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious |
| Lyrics: | Version 1 As I was walking down the street a billboard caught my eye. The advertising that was there would make you laugh or cry. The wind and rain had almost washed that old billboard away. But the advertising painted there would have that billboard say: Have a smoke of Coca-Cola. Chew catsup cigarette's. Watch Lillian Russell wrestle with a box of oysterettes. Pork and beans will meet tonight in a finish fight. Hear Chauncey DePeeuw speak upon sapolio tonight. Bay rum is good for horses; it is the best in town. Castoria cures the measles, if you pay ten dollars down. Teeth extracted without pain, a nickel or half a dime. Ingersolls are selling now, a little behind the times. Chew Wrigleys for that headache. Eat Campbells for that cough. There's going to be a swimming bee at the village watering trough. Buy a case of ginger-ale, it makes the best of broth. Shinola's good to curl the hair, it will not rub it off! Version 2 As I was walking down the street one dark and gloomy day I came upon a billboard and much to my dismay The sign was torn and tattered from the storm the night before The wind and rain had done it's work and this is what I saw: Smoke Coca-Cola cigarettes, chew Wrigley's Spearmint beer, Ken-L Ration Dog Food keeps your wife's complexion clear Simonize your baby with a Hershey's candy bar And Texaco's the beauty cream that's used by all the stars. So take your next vacation in a brand new Frigidaire Learn to play the piano in your winter underwear Doctors say that babies should smoke until they're three And people over 65 should bathe in Lipton Tea. |
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BoogaLoo | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | (have everyone stand in a circle linking arms around their neighbors' shoulders or waists. everyone stomps their feet loudly as marching in place to the beat.) (when the leader yells out, everyone else has their heads bowed. They raise their heads to yell out "What's that you say?") Leader: Let me see your BoogaLoo! All: What's that you say? Leader: I say, Let me see your BoogaLoo! All: What's that you say? Leader: I say, Let me see your BoogaLoo! All: What's that you say? All: (everyone unlinks arms and boogies around ) I say, ooh, ah ah ah, ooh. Ooh, ah ah ah, ooh. Leader: (to get everyone linked back up and start their feet stomping again) Aaaand, we're marching, we're marching, we're marching, marching, marching. Leader: Let me see your Frankenstein! All: What's that you say? Leader: I say, Let me see your Frankenstein! All: What's that you say? Leader: I say, Let me see your Frankenstein! All: What's that you say? All: (everyone unlinks arms and walks around like Frankenstein) around ) I say, aaargh, grrr, ... like Frankstein sounds. Additional Verses: Let me see your Elephant. Let me see you Eat Peanut Butter. Let me see your Grizzly Bear. Let me see you Kung Fu Fighting. ... more as you can imagine. |
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Boom Chicka Boom | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | There are always new verses being thought up - please email me with yours Here |
| Lyrics: | (repeat each line after song leader) I said a Boom Chicka Boom I said a Boom Chicka Boom I said a Boom Chicka Rocka Chicka Rocka Chicka Boom Uh huh Oh yeah One more time ______ style. Janitor Style: I said a Broom Sweep-a Broom I said a Broom Sweep-a Broom I said a Broom Sweep-a Mop-a Sweep-a Mop-a Sweep-a Broom Valley Girl Style: I said like boom chicka boom I said a totally boom chicka boom I said like boom chicka like rocka chicka like gag me with a spoon Baseball Style: I said a boom chicka boom I said a boom chicka boom I said a boom chicka rocka hit that softball to the moon. Barn-yard Style: I said a moo chicka moo I said a moo chicka moo I said a moo chicka watch your step, don't track it in the room. Race Car Style: I said a vroom shifta vroom I said a vroom shifta vroom I said a vroom shifta grind-a shifta grind-a shifta vroom Astronaut Style: I said a moon shoot the moon I said a moon shoot the moon I said a moon blast-me shoot-me blast-me shoot-me-to-the-moon Flower Style: I said a bloom chicka bloom I said a bloom chicka bloom I said a bloom chicka blossom smell those flowers chicka bloom Parent Style: I said a boom GO TO YOUR ROOM I said a boom GO TO YOUR ROOM I said a boom GO TO YOUR ROOM and don't come out 'til next June. Cheerleader Style: I said a Boom-Go-Fight-Boom I said a Boom-Go-Fight-Boom I said a Boom Go-Fight-Win Go-Fight-Win Go-Fight-Boom Taco Bell Style: I said a bean chicka bean I said a bean chicka bean I said a bean and cheese burrito and a nacho supreme. Arnold Schwarznegger Style: (Dana Q. Pack 75 in Long Beach) [speak it slowly with a heavy 'Ahnold' accent and shoot a gun on every BOOM] Ich spracht Boom Chicka Boom Ich spracht Boom Chicka Boom Ich spracht Boom Chicka Rocka Chicka Rocka Chicka Boom Ah hah Oh ja Noch ein mal ______ style. McDonalds Style: I said a Big Mac and Fries I said a Big Mac and Fries I said a Big Mac and Fries and dont forget to Super Size. Photographer Style: I said a zoom clicka zoom. I said a zoom clicka zoom. I said a zoom clicka Smile Watch the Birdie clicka zoom. End of the World Style: I said a Doom Chicka Doom. I said a Doom Chicka Doom. I said a Doom Chicka *Huge Explosion Noise* Chicka *Huge Explosion Noise* Chicka Doom. Homie Style: I said a grill shiny grill I said a bling chinga bling I said a Honda Civic rims a-spinnin' on my Limousine Fonzie Style: I said a vroom chicka vroom I said a vroom chicka vroom I said a vroom chicka aaaaaaye chicka aaaaaaye chicka vroom Thunderstorm Style: I said a boom crasha boom I said a boom crasha boom I said a boom crasha flasha crasha flasha crasha boom Space Style: I said a space chicka space I said a space chicka space I said there's a Pluto there's a Mars there's the Earth and there's the stars Surfer Style: I said a dude chicka dude I said a dude chicka dude I said a dude chicka wipe out chicka WHOA chicka dude Conservation Style: I said a tree hug a tree I said a tree hug a tree I said save the whales, save the gas, save the water, hug a tree Librarian Style: I said a book read a book I said a book read a book I said a book choose a novel, keep it quiet, read a book Bee Style: I said a Bzzzz chicka Bzzzz I said a Bzzzz chicka Bzzzz I said a Bzzzz flower nectar pollen honey chicka Bzzzz There are other Styles to say the normal lyrics rather than making up other words: Baby style Grandpa style - with lips wrapped over teeth Frankenstein style Opera Singer Underwater - wiggle finger over lips |
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Brady Bunch Theme | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Here's the story, Of a lovely lady, Who was bringing up three very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, Like their mother, The youngest one in curls. Here's the story, Of a man named Brady, Who was busy with three boys of his own. They were four men, Living all together, but they were all alone. Till the one day when the lady met this fellow, and they knew that it was much more than a hunch That this group Must somehow form a family. That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch, The Brady Bunch, the Brady Bunch. That's the way we became the Brady Bunch. |
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Brother John - multi-lingual | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Are you sleeping, are you sleeping Brother John, brother John? Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing Ding, ding, dong. Ding, ding, dong. French: Frere Jacques, frere Jacques, Dormez-vous, dormez-vous? Sonnent les mantines, sonnent les mantines: Ding-dang-dong, ding-dang-dong. German: Bruder Jakob, Bruder Jakob, Schlaefst Du noch, schlaefst Du noch? Morgenglocken laeuten, Morgenglocken laeuten, Ding-dang-dong, ding-dang-dong. Spanish: Fray Felipe, Fray Felipe Duermes tu, duermes tu? Toca las companas, toca las companas Ding dang dong, ding dang dong. Italian: Fra Giovanni, Fra Giovanni, Dormi tu, dormi tu? Suona la campana, suona la campana, Ding-dang-dong, ding-dang-dong. Danish: Mester Jakob, mester Jakob Sover du, sover du? Hører du ej klokken, hører du ej klokken. Bim bam bum, bim bam bum. Finnish: Yacko Koolta, Yacko Koolta Herio, herio Kello yasa soita, kello yasa soita Pim pom pume, pim pom pume. Swedish: Broder Jakob, Broder Jakob, Sover du, sover du? Hor du inte klockan. Hor du inte klockan. Ding, ding, dong. Ding, ding, dong. Dutch: Broeder Jacob, Broeder Jacob Slaapt gij nog, slaapt gij nog Hoor de klokken luiden, hoor de klokken luiden. Bim, bam, bom, bim, bam, bom. Polish: Panie Janie, Panie Janie Rano wstań, rano wstań? Wszystkie dzwony biją, wszystkie dzwony biją Bim bam bom, bim bam bom. |
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Buffalo Gals | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Chorus: Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight? Come out tonight, Come out tonight? Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight, And dance by the light of the moon. As I was walking down the street, Down the street, down the street, A pretty gal I chance to meet Under the silvery moon. Chorus I asked her if she'd stop and talk, Stop and talk, Stop and talk, Her feet covered up the whole sidewalk, She was fair to view. Chorus I asked her if she'd have a dance, have a dance, have a dance I thought that I might get a chance to shake a foot with her Chorus I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin', And her heel kep' a-rockin' and her toe kep' a-knockin', I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin', And we danced by the light of the moon. Chorus I asked her if she'd be my wife, Be my wife, be my wife Then I'd be happy all my life, If she'd marry me. Chorus |
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Bug Juice | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: (On Top of Old Smokey) |
| Lyrics: | At camp with the Boy Scouts, they gave us a drink. We thought it was kool-aid because it was pink. But the thing that they gave us would gross out a moose, for 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. So if you drink bug juice and a fly drives you mad he's just getting even because you swallowed his dad. |
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Caissons Go Rolling Along | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Over hill, over dale As we hit the dusty trail, And the Caissons go rolling along. In and out, hear them shout, Counter march and right about, And the Caissons go rolling along. Then it's hi! hi! hee! In the field artillery, Shout out your numbers loud and strong, For where'er you go, You will always know That the Caissons go rolling along. In the storm, in the night, Action left or action right See those Caissons go rolling along Limber front, limber rear, Prepare to mount your cannoneer And those Caissons go rolling along. Then it's hi! hi! hee! In the field artillery, Shout out your numbers loud and strong, For where'er you go, You will always know That the Caissons go rolling along. Was it high, was it low, Where the heck did that one go? As those Caissons go rolling along Was it left, was it right, Now we won't get home tonight And those Caissons go rolling along. Then it's hi! hi! hee! In the field artillery, Shout out your numbers loud and strong, For where'er you go, You will always know That the Caissons go rolling along. That the Caissons go rolling along. That the Caissons go rolling along. The Army Goes Rolling Along March along, sing our song, with the Army of the free Count the brave, count the true, who have fought to victory We’re the Army and proud of our name We’re the Army and proudly proclaim First to fight for the right, And to build the Nation’s might, And The Army Goes Rolling Along Proud of all we have done, Fighting till the battle’s won, And the Army Goes Rolling Along. Then it’s Hi! Hi! Hey! The Army’s on its way. Count off the cadence loud and strong (TWO! THREE!) For where e’er we go, You will always know That The Army Goes Rolling Along. Valley Forge, Custer’s ranks, San Juan Hill and Patton’s tanks, And the Army went rolling along Minute men, from the start, Always fighting from the heart, And the Army keeps rolling along. Then it’s Hi! Hi! Hey! The Army’s on its way. Count off the cadence loud and strong (TWO! THREE!) For where e’er we go, You will always know That The Army Goes Rolling Along. Men in rags, men who froze, Still that Army met its foes, And the Army went rolling along. Faith in God, then we’re right, And we’ll fight with all our might, As the Army keeps rolling along. Then it’s Hi! Hi! Hey! The Army’s on its way. Count off the cadence loud and strong (TWO! THREE!) For where e’er we go, You will always know That The Army Goes Rolling Along |
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Call a Scout | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: If You're Happy |
| Lyrics: | When you're down and feeling blue, Call a Scout. They will know just what to do, Call a Scout. If you're ever in a hurry, Don't take the time to worry, All you have to do is shout, Call a Scout. If you need a helping hand, Call a Scout. They'll take your garbage out, Call a Scout. If the traffic that you meet, Has you scared to cross the street, They'll be there to help you out, Call a Scout. Now the Scouts are always helpful, Don't you see. They will lend a helping hand, To you and me. For they're wise in what they do. They are kind and cheerful too. And they always help you out. Call a Scout. |
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Camp | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | The busses that you ride in, they say are mighty fine. But when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind. Chorus: Hey, Ma, I wanna go But, they won't let me go Hey, Ma, I wanna go home! The leaders that they have here, they say are mighty fine. But when you get up closer, they look like Frankenstein. The first aid that they give you, they say is mighty fine. But if you cut your finger, you're left with only nine. The water that they have here, they say is mighty fine. But when you try to drink it, it tastes like turpentine. The biscuits that they serve you, they say are mighty fine. But one rolled off the table and killed a pal of mine. The spaghetti that they serve you, they say is mighty fine. They rinse it the toilet and drain it on the line. The cocoa that they serve you, they say is mighty fine. It's good for cuts and bruises and tastes like iodine. The tents that you sleep in, they say are mighty fine, But whoever said this has never slept in mine. The toilets that they have here are the best that they can get. Last night my tent mate had to go, they haven't found him yet. Campfires that they have here they say are mighty bright. You wake up in the morning and there's not a tree in sight. The nurses that they have here they say are mighty fine. But if you break a finger they break the other nine. The girls that they have here they say are mighty fine. But they're either under seven or over ninety-nine. |
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Camp Granada | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Hello muddah, hello faddah Here I am at Camp Granada 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 Granada! 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 mes 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 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! Follow On version Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh. I am back at Camp Granada. And I'm writing you this letter Just to say my compound fracture's getting better. No one here knows where my trunk is And my bunk is where the skunk is. And this year the food's improving 'Cause the little black things in it are not moving. Our camp nurse is quite a swimmer. She says swimming makes you slimmer. Her name's Mrs. Balagreeni. Have you ever seen a whale in a bikini? All our bathrooms have such thin doors. Gee, I wish they'd move them indoors. We're all tired of Mother Goose here. So next Friday night they're having Lenny Bruce here. Let me stay, oh Muddah, Fadduh. Let me stay, I love Granada. Every night the camp fire's really keen. Oh mom, please send some Ovaltine. Let me stay, out here in mother nature's land And tip-toe through the tulips grand. To leave would be a shame. Besides, I'd miss the poker game. Please don't worry, Fadduh, Muddah. I'll take care of little brudda. He plays ball here and he rows here And I hope they teach him how to blow his nose here. He wakes up at half past six and Goes directly to the quick sand. He was lonely, now he's better. He's like all of us except his bed is wetter. |
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Campfire Closing Song | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | Tune: Down in the Valley |
| Lyrics: | Lets us all stand now - time we must go, Silently leaving - thoughts let us know, Thoughts let us know, thoughts let us know, Silently leaving - thoughts let us know. Watch the fire flicker - the last of the flame, But as we leave you - your friendship we claim, Your friendship we claim, yes, your friendship we claim, But as we leave you - your friendship we claim. Watch the red embers - a memory of light, We carry it with us, to show us the right. To show us the right, yes to show us the right. We carry it with us - to show us the right. Watch the hot ashes - once it was wood, Has changed through service - a blessing that's good. A blessing that's good, yes, a blessing that's good, Has changed through service - a blessing that's good. Watch the fire dying - but when it is dead, Always the memory - will lead us ahead. Will lead us ahead, yes, will lead us ahead, Always the memory - will lead us ahead. |
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Can't Get to Heaven | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Oh, you can't get to Heaven in an old Ford car 'Cause an old Ford car won't get that far Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a ping pong ball 'Cause a ping pong ball is much too small Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a limousine 'Cause the Lord ain't got no gasoline Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a Sabre Jet 'Cause the Lord ain't got no runways yet Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a Girl Scout's arms 'Cause the Lord don't fall for those feminine charms Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a rocking chair 'Cause the Lord don't want no lazybones there Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a wicker chair 'Cause the Lord don't want no baskets there Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a biscuit tin 'Cause a biscuit tin's got biscuits in Oh, you can't get to Heaven in an apple tree 'Cause an apple tree's got roots you see Oh, you can't get to Heaven on roller skates You'd roll right by them Pearly Gates You'll never get to heaven in your girlfriend's bra 'Cause your girlfriend's bra can't stretch that far Oh, you can't get to Heaven on a Honda bike 'Cause you'll get halfway, then you'll have to hike Oh, you can't get to Heaven in our row boat 'Cause our row boat won't even float. Oh, you can't get to Heaven in dirty jeans 'Cause heaven's got no washing machines. Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a Kleenex box 'Cause God don't like no dirty snots. Oh, you can't get to Heaven on a pair of skis You'll shuss right through St. Peter's knees. Oh, you can't get to Heaven in our Leader's pants 'Cause his pants are full of ants Oh, you can't get to Heaven on water skis 'Cause the angels don't like hairy knees Oh, you can't get to Heaven with powder and paint 'Cause it makes you look like what you ain't Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a strapless gown 'Cause that gown thing might fall right down Oh I want to go to heaven, and I want to do it right So I'll go up to heaven all dressed in white Oh one fine day, and it won't be long You'll look for me, and I'll be gone And if you get to heaven before I do Just drill a hole and pull me through But if I get to heaven before you do I'll drill a hole and spit on you Well if I get to heaven, before you do I'll plug that hole, with shavings and glue That's all there is, there is no more St. Peter said, as he shut the door Oh there's one more thing I forgot to tell If you don't go to heaven, you'll go to...bed And that's the end, St. Peter said As he closed the gates, And went to bed. |
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Cannibal King | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | The Cannibal King with the big nose ring Fell in love with the cute young maid And every night by the pale moonlight It sounded like this to me... Ah-rump (kiss kiss), Ah-rump (kiss kiss) Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a Ah-rump (kiss kiss), Ah-rump (kiss kiss) Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a As the years went by like one, two, three Soon there was a family And every night by the pale moonlight It sounded like this to me... Ah-rump ma-ma, Ah-rump, pa-pa Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a Ah-rump ma-ma, Ah-rump, pa-pa Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a As the years went by like one, two, three Soon a bigger family. And every night by the pale moonlight It sounded like this to me... Ah-rump gran-ma, Ah-rump gran-pa Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a Ah-rump gran-ma, Ah-rump gran-pa Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a As the years went by like one, two, three Soon there was no family And every night by the pale moonlight It sounded like this to me... Ah-rump (silent pause), Ah-rump (silent pause) Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a Ah-rump (silent pause), Ah-rump (silent pause) Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a |
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Charlie on the M.T.A. | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | This is an old political song from a Boston mayorial election in 1949. The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Let me tell you the story Of a man named Charlie On a tragic and fateful day He put ten cents in his pocket, Kissed his wife and family Went to ride on the MTA Charlie handed in his dime At the Kendall Square Station And he changed for Jamaica Plain When he got there the conductor told him, 'One more nickel.' Charlie could not get off that train. Chorus: Did he ever return, No he never returned And his fate is still unlearn'd He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston He's the man who never returned. Now all night long Charlie rides through the tunnels Saying, 'What will become of me? How can I afford to see My sister in Chelsea Or my cousin in Roxbury?' Charlie's wife goes down To the Scollay Square station Every day at quarter past two And through the open window She hands Charlie a sandwich As the train comes rumblin' through. - Chorus As his train rolled on Through Greater Boston Charlie looked around and sighed, 'Well, I'm sore and disgusted And I'm absolutely busted; I guess this is my last long ride.' Now you citizens of Boston, Don't you think it's a scandal That the people have to pay and pay Vote for Walter A. O'Brien And fight the fare increase Get poor Charlie off the MTA. - Chorus |
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CHICKEN | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Oh, C, that's the way it begins Oh, H, that's the second letter in I, I am the third Oh, C, that's the fourth letter in this word Oh, K, I'm fillin' in E, I'm near the end Oh, C H I C K E N - that am the way to spell Chicken. Oh, Rufus, Rastus, Johnson Brown Whatcha gonna do when the rent comes round? Whatcha gonna say, whatcha gonna pay, Whatcha gonna do no the judgment day? Oh, you know, I know, rent means dough. Landlord'll throw you out in the snow. Oh, Rufus, Rastus, Johnson Brown Whatcha gonna go when the rent comes round? |
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Chicken Lips and Lizard Hips | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Oh, when I was a camper, I never liked to eat; the cook put things upon my plate, I'd dump them on his feet; but then one day he made this soup, I ate it all in bed; I asked him what he put in it, and this is what he said. Chorus: Oh, chicken lips and lizard hips and alligator eyes; monkey legs and buzzard eggs and salamander thighs; rabbit ears and camel rears and tasty toenail pies; stir them all together, it's called Sludge Soup Surprise. I went into the bathroom and stood beside the sink; I said I'm feeling slightly ill, I think I'd like a drink; The cook he said, "I've just the thing, I'll get it in a wink; it's full of lots of protein, and vitamins I think." - Chorus |
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Chivalrous Shark | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | Download Tune |
| Lyrics: | Most chivalrous fish of the ocean To ladies forbearing and mild, Though his record be dark, is the man-eating shark, Who will eat neither woman nor child. He dines upon seamen and skippers, And tourists his hunger assuage, And a fresh cabin boy will inspire him with joy If he's past the maturity age. A doctor, a lawyer, a preacher, He'll gobble one any fine day, But the ladies, God bless 'em He'll only address 'em Politely and go on his way. I can readily cite you an instance Where a lovely young lady of Breem, Who was tender and sweet and delicious to eat Fell into the bay with a scream. She struggled and flounced in the water, And signaled in vain for her bar, And she'd surely been drowned if she hadn't been found By a chivalrous man-eating shark. He bowed in a manner most polished Thus soothing her impulses wild. "Don't be frightened," he said, "I've been properly bred, And will eat neither woman nor child." Then her proffered his fin and she took it Such gallantry none can dispute. While the passengers cheered as the vessel they neared And a broadside was fired in salute. And they soon stood alongside the vessel, When a life-saving dinghy was lowered With the pick of the crew, And her relatives too And the mate and the skipper aboard. So they took her aboard in a jiffy, And the shark stood attention the while, Then he raised on his flipper and ate up the skipper And went on his way with a smile. And this shows that the prince of the ocean, To ladies forbearing and mild, Though his record be dark Is the man-eating shark, Who will eat neither woman nor child. |
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Clementine | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
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| Lyrics: | In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine. Chorus: Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine. Light she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine. Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine. Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine, Alas for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine. In a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle does entwine, There grow roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine. Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine, Thought he oughter join his daughter, now he's with his Clementine. In my dreams she still does haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine, While in life I used to hug her, now she's dead I draw the line. How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine, Until I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine. Now you Scouts all heed my warning in this tragic tale of mine, Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation would have saved my Clementine. |
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Country Roads | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Chorus: Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong - West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home Country Roads.
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Crazy Moose | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | (audience repeats after leader) There was a crazy moose (there was a crazy moose) Who liked to drink a lot of juice (who liked to drink a lot of juice) There was a crazy moose (there was a crazy moose) Who liked to drink a lot of juice (who liked to drink a lot of juice) Chorus Singing way-oh, way oh (singing way-oh, way-oh) Way-up, way-up, way-up way-up (way-up, way-up, way-up, way-up) Way oh, way oh (way oh, way oh) Way-up, way-up, way-up, way-up (way-up, way-up, way-up way-up) The moose's name was Fred. He liked to drink his juice in bed. He drank his juice with care, But he spilled some in his hair. Now he’s a sticky moose. A moose covered in juice. All his hair went stiff. So he combed it in a quiff. His friends began to laugh. So he had to take a bath. As the water went down, Fred the moose began to drown. Singing glug-glug-glug-glug Now let's all count to five. Fred the moose is back alive. |
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Daniel Boone | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Daniel Boone was a man, Yes, a big man! With an eye like an eagle And as tall as a mountain was he! Daniel Boone was a man, Yes, a big man! He was brave, he was fearless And as tough as a mighty oak tree! From the coonskin cap on the top of ol' Dan To the heel of his rawhide shoe; The rippin'est, roarin'est, fightin'est man The frontier ever knew! Daniel Boone was a man, Yes, a big man! And he fought for America To make all Americans free! What a Boone, what a do-er, What a dream come-er true-er was he! |
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Davy Crockett | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the Land of the Free Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three. Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! Off through the woods he's a marchin' along Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song Itchin' for fightin' and rightin' a wrong He's ringy as a b'ar and twice as strong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The buckskin buccaneer! Andy Jackson is our general's name His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame Them redskin varmints us volunteers'll tame 'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim. Davy, Davy Crockett, The champion of us all! Headed back to war from the ol' home place But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase Fightin' and burnin' at a devil's pace South to the swamps on the Florida Trace. Davy, Davy Crockett, Trackin' the redskins down! Fought single-handed through the Injun War Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store And while he was handlin' this risky chore Made hisself a legend for evermore. Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! He give his word and he give his hand That his Injun friends could keep their land And the rest of his life he took the stand That justice was due every redskin band. Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his promise dear! Home fer the winter with his family, Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree, Bein' the father he wanted to be, Close to his boys as the pod and the pea. Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his young 'uns dear! But the ice went out and the warm winds came And the meltin' snow showed tracks of game And the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame And all of a sudden life got too tame. Davy, Davy Crockett, Headin' on West again! Off through the woods we're ridin' along Makin' up yarns and singin' a song He's ringy as a b'ar and twice as strong And knows he's right 'cause he ain't often wrong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean Where the trees is tall and the grass is green Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream And the teamin' woods is a hunter's dream. Davy, Davy Crockett, Lookin' fer Paradise! Now he'd lost his love an his grief was gall In his heart he wanted to leave it all And lose himself in the forests tall But he answered instead his country's call. Davy, Davy Crockett, Beginnin' his campaign! Needin' his help they didn't vote blind They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind Sent up to Nashville the best they could find A fightin' Spirit and a thinkin' mind. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! The votes were counted and he won hands down So they sent him off to Washin'ton town With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown A livin' legend of growin' reknown. Davy, Davy Crockett, The Canebrake Congressman! He went off to Congress and served a spell Fixin' up the Gover'ment and laws as well Took over Washin'ton so we heared tell And patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell. Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear! Him and his jokes travelled all through the land And his speeches made him friends to beat the band His politickin' was their favorite brand And everyone wanted to shake his hand. Davy, Davy Crockett, Helpin' his legend grow! He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell Of his hopes for White House and fame as well But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell And patched up the crack In the liberty Bell. Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear! When he come home his politickin' done The western march had just begun So he packed his gear and his trusty gun And lit out grinnin' to follow the sun. Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin' the pioneer! He heard of Houston and Austin and so To the Texas plains he jest had to go Where freedom was fightin' another foe And they needed him at the Alamo. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! His land is biggest and his land is best From grassy plains to the mountain crest He's ahead of us all meetin' the test Followin' his legend into the West. Davy Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! |
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Day-O | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Hear It Chorus: Day-o, me say day-o Daylight come and me wanna go home, Day-o, me say day-o Daylight come and me wanna go home. Work all night 'til the mornin' come, Daylight come and me wanna go home, Stack banana 'til the mornin' come, Daylight come and me wanna go home. Come mister tally man, tally me banana, Daylight come and me wanna go home, Come mister tally man, tally me banana, Daylight come and me wanna go home. Chorus A beautiful bunch o' ripe bananas, Daylight come and me wanna go home, Lift six hand, seven hand, eight hand bunch, Daylight come and me wanna go home. Come mister tally man, tally me banana, Daylight come and me wanna go home, Come mister tally man, tally me banana, Daylight come and me wanna go home. Chorus Day-o, me say day-o, Daylight come and me wanna go home. Day Old Bakery Chorus: Day-o, me say day-o Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Day-o, me say day-o Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Year old Twinkies still look fresh. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. But if you eat 'em you get a rash. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Stay away from the cream-filled stuff. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. See some green stuff, just cut it off. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Noon to six it's 2 for 1. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. A chocolate doughnut and a Cinnabun. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Donuts stale but the coffee’s hot! Day Old Bakery's the one for me. I'll share the cup that I just bought. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Apple fritters, they slide right down. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. They taste as good, second time around. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Eat the donuts the cops won't buy. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Jelly-filled ones bounce real high. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Come Mr. Baker Man, bake me some doughnuts. Day Old Bakery's the one for me. Day-o, me say day-o Day Old Bakery's the one for me. |
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Dem Bones | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Chorus: I know it brother, brother, Indeed I know it brother, I know it - HEY! Dem bones gonna rise again. The lord he thought he'd make a man. (all sing DEM BONES GONNA RISE AGAIN! after each line) So he made Adam accordin' to a plan. (all - DEM BONES GONNA RISE AGAIN) Thought he'd make a woman too. (all - DEM BONES GONNA RISE AGAIN) The Lord didn't know just what to do. (all - DEM BONES GONNA RISE AGAIN) - Chorus Took a rib from Adam's side. For to make Miss Eve, his bride. Put 'em in a garden wide and fair. Told 'em to eat what they found there. - Chorus Peaches, pears, plums and such. Dem bones gonna rise again One day Miss Eve was walking around Spied that tree all loaded down. - Chorus Serpent crawling around that trunk. At miss Eve, his eye he wunk. Eve, she just took a little pull. Then she filled her fig leaf full. - Chorus Adam, he just took a little bite. Said "um um woman that sure am nice." One day the Lord was walkin' around. Spied them peels all over the ground. - Chorus The Lord cried out in his mighty voice. That shook the heavens to the joists. Cried, "Adam, Adam, Where art though?" "Here I is Lord, I's comin' now." - Chorus "Adam, Adam, did you eat these?" "No massa Lord, I 'spect it was Eve." Then the Lord rose up in his might wrath, Said, "Ya'll just beat it down the path." - Chorus Put an angel at the door. Said, "Ya'll don't come 'round here no more." Eve took the needle, Adam took the plow. That's why we're all working now. - Chorus To this tale there ain't no more. Eve got the Apple, and Adam got the core. - Chorus |
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Dixie | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | I wish I was in the land of Cotton Old times there are not forgotten Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land In Dixie Land where I was born in early on one frosty morning' Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land Chorus Then I wish I was in Dixie Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land I'll take my stand To live and die in Dixie Away! Away! Away! Down South in Dixie. Away! Away! Away! Down South in Dixie. Ole Missus marry "will the weaver" Willum was a gay deceiver Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land But when he put his arm around er, He smiled fierce as a forty pounder, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver But that did not seem to grieve 'er Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land Ole Missus acted the foolish part And died for a man that broke her heart Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land Now here's a health to the next ole Missus An' all the gals that want to kiss us; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land But if you want to drive 'way sorrow Come and hear this song tomorrow Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land There's buckwheat cakes and Injun batter, Makes you fat or a little fatter; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel, To Dixie's Land I'm bound to travel, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land |
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Dog Bean | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Preparation: | Have at least one accomplice that has a dog name ready. |
| Notes: | You should pronounce 'been' formally like 'bean'. If you start with less obvious names and work towards the obvious, it may take new guys longer to figure out the joke. |
| Lyrics: | My dog Rover likes to roam One day Rover left his home He came back, nice and clean Where oh where had Rover been? Rover been, Rover been Where oh where had Rover been? [Say this part] Hey, Joe! (or Bob or Larry or ...) Yeah? Do you have a dog? Yeah! What's your dog's name? Jelly! Joe's dog Jelly likes to roam One day Jelly left his home He came back, nice and clean Where oh where had Jelly bean? Jelly bean, Jelly bean Where oh where had Jelly bean? [Continue asking for other dog names] Other verses: Jumping, Mister, Navy, Kidney, Garbanzo, Lima, Coffee |
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Don Derbeck's Sausage Machine | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts, Webelos Scouts |
| Lyrics: | There was a man from my home town, His name was Don Derbeck. He sold a lot of sausages and sauerkraut by heck. He makes the finest sausages that you have ever seen. Because he had invented a sausage-link machine. Chorus: Oh, Mister Don Derbeck, 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, They've all been ground to sausages In Don Derbeck's machine. One day a little neighbor boy came walking in the store. He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor. The boy began to whistle and he whistled up a tune. And all the little sausages followed him 'round the room. - Chorus One day the meat inspector came a-knocking at the door, He said, "I've come to check your shop, so give me money more!" Donnie got real angry, and pushed him in the meat. He fired up the old machine and now there's more to eat. - Chorus One day there was a shortage, there was no meat to grind. So Donnie called the city pound to see what he could find. They said, "We're out of business, we keep the strays no more." "But we'll refer all future finds directly to your store." - Chorus One day the school's head cook, he had a brilliant thought. He'd spend the cash in Donnie's store for meat that he had sought. "Seven pounds of hot DOGS," the recipe did read. The irony was that the taste was fabulous, indeed! - Chorus Have you ever wondered, when you go to camp. The food is good and plentiful and never gives a cramp. But early in the morning you'll see the trucker go, And lettered on the driver's door is "Don Derbeck & CO." - Chorus One day the machine got busted. The blamed thing wouldn't go. So Don Derbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so. His wife, she had a nightmare, and walking in her sleep, She gave the crank a heck of a yank and Don Derbeck was meat. - Chorus She woke to see him leaving, ground up by the machine. But being oh so practical, she added spice and greens. She sold the tasty sausage, then boarded up the scene. And that's the last we ever heard of Don Derbeck's machine! - Chorus |
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Don't Fence Me In | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, Don't fence me in! Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in! Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in! Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle Underneath the western skies. On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder Till I see the mountains rise. I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences And gaze at the moon until I lose my senses, I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences, Don't fence me in! |
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Down By the Riverside | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside Ain't gonna study war no more. Refrain: I ain't gonna study war no more, I ain't gonna study war no more, Study war no more. I ain't gonna study war no more, I ain't gonna study war no more, Ain't gonna study war no more. Gonna stick my sword in the golden sand Down By the riverside Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Gonna stick my sword in the golden sand Down by the riverside Ain't gonna study study war no more. Gonna put on my long white robe Down By the riverside Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Gonna put on my long white robe Down by the riverside Ain't gonna study study war no more. Gonna put on my starry crown Gonna put on my golden shoes Gonna talk with the Prince of Peace Gonna shake hands around the world |
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Drunken Sailor | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning? Chorus: Way, hay up she rises, Way, hay, up she rises, Way, hay, up she rises, Early in the morning! Verses: Put him in the scuppers with the hose pipe on him. Hoist him aboard with a running bowline. Put him in the brig until he's sober. Make him turn to at shining bright work. Put him in a boat and row him over. Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm. Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end. Take 'im and shake 'im and try an' wake 'im. Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts a flipper. Shave his belly with a rusty razor. That's what you do with a drunken sailor. What do you do with a sleepy camper, What do you do with a sleepy camper, What do you do with a sleepy camper, Early in the morning? Chorus Way, hey late ye risers Way, hey late ye risers Way, hey late ye risers Early in the morning. Throw him the lake with his pants on backwards. Throw him the lake with his pants on backwards. Throw him the lake with his pants on backwards. Early in the morning. Chorus Hit him in the face with a sopping beachtowel. Hit him in the face with a sopping beachtowel. Hit him in the face with a sopping beachtowel. Early in the morning. Chorus Put him into bed an hour sooner. Put him into bed an hour sooner. Put him into bed an hour sooner. Early in the morning. Chorus |
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Eddie Koochie Catchinary | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Chorus: Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky Brown WHO? Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky Brown Fell into the well, Fell into the well, Fell into the deep dark well. Susie Jones was milking in the barn Saw him fall and ran inside to tell her mom that... - Chorus Susie's Mom was Baking Cracklin Bread Called old Joe and told him that her Susie said that... - Chorus Then Old Joe he laid his plow aside Grabbed his cane and hobbled into town and cried that... - Chorus To the well everybody came What a shame it took so long to say his name that... Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky Brown WHO? Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky Brown - DROWNED! |
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Everywhere We Go | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | (Leader sings a line and all repeat) Everywhere we go-o Pe-ople want to know-o Who we a-are And where we come from So we tell them We're from [name of town] Mighty, mighty [town] And if they can't hear us We sing a little louder (Repeat, get louder each time until you reach your limit) ... And if they can't hear us They must be DEAF!!!! An alternate version: Everywhere we go-o Pe-ople want to know-o Who we a-are And, So we tell them We're the [name of group] Mighty, mighty [group] And if they can't hear us We sing a little louder |
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Follow Me, Boys | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | A 2MB .MP3 file of the tune can be downloaded here |
| Lyrics: | Chorus: Follow me boys, follow me. When you think your really beat That's the time to lift your feet, And follow me boys, follow me. Pick'em up, put'em down and follow me, Pick'em up, put'em down pick'em up. There's a job to do, There's a fight to win, Follow me boys, follow me. And it won't be time till we all pitch in, Lift your chin with a grin and follow me. - Chorus It's a long long climb, But we've got the will, Follow me boys, follow me. When we reach the top Then It's all down hill, Till you drop don't you stop and follow me. - Chorus So the journey's end Is beyond our sight, Follow me boys, follow me. If we do our best Then we've done alright, Pack your load, hit the road and follow me. - Chorus |
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Food | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: The Gang's All Here (just the chorus which comes about 35 seconds into the music) |
| Lyrics: | Soup, soup, we all want soup, Tip your bowl and drain it, Let your whiskers strain it, Hark, hark, that funny noise, Listening to the gurgling, boys. Meat, meat, we must have meat, Fresh and juicy cow meat, Ham and pickled pigs feet, Veal, lamb and pork chops too, Any kind of meat will do. Fish, fish, we all want fish, Fish that isn't bony, Nor a little phony. Fresh fish, we won't eat stale, Any kind of fish but whale. Pie, pie, we all want pie, Apple, peach and cherry, Cheese and huckleberry, Mince pie is very fine. That's the way that we boys dine! |
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Frankenstein | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | Tune: (Clementine) |
| Lyrics: | In a castle, on a mountain, Near the dark and murky Rhine. Dwelt a doctor, the concoctor, Of the monster, Frankenstein. Chorus Oh my monster, oh my monster, Oh my monster, Frankenstein. You were built to last forever, Dreadful scary Frankenstein. In a graveyard, near the castle, Where the sun refused to shine, He found noses and some toeses For his monster Frankenstein. Chorus So he took them and he built him, From the pieces he did find. And with lightning he animated The scary monster Frankenstein. Chorus Scared the townsfolk, scared the Police, Scared the kids did Frankenstein, Til with torches, they did chase him, To the castle by the Rhine. Chorus |
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Friends Are Nothing | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts, Webelos Scouts |
| Lyrics: | Friends are nothing till they laugh together. They must laugh the whole day, They must laugh the night away. They must laugh, together they must laugh. Friends are nothing till they sing together. They must sing the whole day, They must sing the night away. They must sing, together they must sing. Friends are nothing till they dance together. They must dance the whole day, They must dance the night away. They must dance, together they must dance. Friends are nothing till they camp together. They must camp the whole day, They must camp the night away. They must camp, together they must camp. Friends are nothing till they part. They must part through the years, They must part with many tears. They must part, and hope to meet again some day. |
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Ghost Chickens in the Sky | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Preparation: | Nothing really needed at all, but we had some action during each chorus with 'chickens' (wearing disposable rubber gloves like swim caps) and a farmer (with a cardboard cut out axe) chasing each other around. Also if someone knows the guitar chords for the original song it adds a lot to have the accompaniment |
| Notes: | The Tune: (Ghost Riders in the Sky) |
| Lyrics: | A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day, He stopped to sit beside the coup to break along his way, When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye, It was a sight he dreaded...Ghost Chickens in the sky. (Chorus) Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk, Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk, Ghost Chickens in the sky The farmer had raised chickens since he was twenty-four Been workin' for the Colonel some thirty years or more Raisin' all thise chickens then sending them to fry Now they want revenge... Those chickens in the sky. (Chorus) Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes a burnin' red, They had no meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead. They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw. They cooked him extra crispy...and ate him with coleslaw. (Chorus - repeat last line) Ghost Riders in the Sky An old cowpoke went rdin' out one dark and windy day. Upon a ridge, he rested as he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw, A-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw. Yipppie aye-aaa Yippie aye-ooh Ghost riders in the sky. Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shining and their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky. For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry. Yippie-aye-aaa Yippie-aye-ooh Ghost riders in the sky. Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat. They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet. 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky, On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry. Yippie-aye-aaa Yippie-aye-ooh Ghost riders in the sky. As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name. "If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range, Then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride. A-trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies." Yippie-aye-aaa Yippie-aye-ooh Ghost riders in the sky. |
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Gilligan's Island | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | Tune: |
| Lyrics: | Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip. That started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailing man, the skipper brave and sure. Five passengers set sail that day, for a three hour tour. a three hour tour. The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost, the Minnow would be lost. The ship took ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle, with Giligan, the skipper too, The millionaire, and his wife, The movie star, The professor, and MaryAnn, here on Gilligan's Isle. So this is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long, long time. They'll have to make the best of things, it's an uphill climb. The first mate, and his skipper too, will do their very best to make the others comfortable in this tropic island nest. No Phones, No lights, No Motorcars, Not a single luxury. Like Robinson Crusoe It's primitive as can be. So join us here each week, my friend, you're sure to get a smile, from seven stranded castaways, Here on Gilligan's Isle! |
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Ging Gang Goolee | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
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| Lyrics: | Ging Gang Goolee, Goolee, Goolee, Goolee Watcha Ging Gang Goo Ging Gang Goo Ging Gang Goolee, Goolee, Goolee, Goolee Watcha Ging Gang Goo Ging Gang Goo Hayla, Hayla Shayla, Hayla Shayla Hayla Ho-o-o! Hayla, Hayla Shayla Hayla Shayla Hayla Ho-o-o! Shalawally hallway shalawally shalawally! Oompah, Oompah, Oompah, Oompah! |
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Gladys the Cow | |
| Intended for: | Boy Scouts |
| Notes: | Go to this page to find a snippet of the tune. |
| Lyrics: | Oh, we grow things mighty big down in Kentucky But there's nothing in that state that can compare To a cow that we once had us And the name of her was Gladys Boy, you should have seen the neighbors stop and stare. She stood 10 feet tall and had one purple eyeball It took eight of us to milk her, here is why: She had 27 spigots And the tourists all bought tickets Just to watch us milk and hear us loudly cry-y-y-y... Chorus: Oh, pass the udder udder and I'll pass it to my brudder And I'll pass the udder udder dis-a-way So we passed the udder udder and I passed it to my brudder Oh, we really had our hands full every day. We created quite a spectacle, I grant you But we milked her just as pretty as you please And while people said, 'How funny,' We raked in enough durn money To go out and order ermine BVDs. Father turned her on her back one Sunday morning Gladys said 'I'm upside down, now what's the gag?' 'Well, the reason why,' said Pop, 'is so the cream will be on top.' 'Gosh,' the cow said, 'in that case, it's in the bag!' Chorus Now our Gladys was a star in cattle circles Though she couldn't read or write her name in full You would think she'd been to college Although she herself acknowledged That she gained her fame entirely by pull. Gladys said to us one cold and wintry morning She said, 'Milking is the thing I dearly loves, But when I get a cold it lingers And I can't stand icy fingers So go on back in the house and get your gloves!' Chorus |
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God Bless America | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: |
| Lyrics: | God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her, Through the night, with a light from above. From the mountains, to the prairies, To the oceans, white with foam. God bless America, my home sweet home. God bless America, my home sweet home. |
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God Bless My Underwear | |
| Intended for: | All Scouts |
| Notes: | The Tune: (God Bless America) |
| Lyrics: | 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 dryer, to my backpack, to my rear. God bless my underwear, my only pair. God bless my underwear, or I'll be bare. God bless my underwear That I wear down there. I outgrow them, then throw them, Those who wear them will never be square When the bully, gives a |