When night was young we would run round the circus tent |
With clowny games, like hide and seek pies |
That's what we did, that's what we did, that's what we did |
But clown school finals changed the game that we were playing |
Makes you fling it up high |
That lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
What does it matter to ya |
Running round in floppy shoes |
You gotta do it well |
You gotta squeek your nose and run and yell |
Yes, long ago we would drive 'round the circus tent |
Our little car, five clown shoes high |
That's what we did, that's what we did, that's what we did |
But clown school finals changed the games that we were playing |
Makes you fling it up high |
That lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Lemon Creme Pie
Monday, July 20, 2015
Lord of the Yodel
My nose blows wet in my hanky tonight |
Only yodeler to be heard |
This mountain's been abandoned, 'cept by shaggy goats and birds |
My tongue is flapping like a pretty butterfly |
I just have to sing, and I'll tell you why |
No one to see, no one to hear |
Except a saint bernard with my barreled beer |
No one to hear, why should I care |
My voice echoes - eve.ry.where |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
The last of the yodelers |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
Echoes back across the mountain tors |
I yodel loud, I yodel free |
My yodels fly |
Far and back to me |
It's funny how one voice can break down a silent wall |
And the voice that breaks the silence reaches out unto us all |
High in the cold thin air, is a place where silence thrives |
One voice is all it takes to bring the yodel back to life |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
The last of the yodelers |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
Echoes back across the mountain tors |
I yodel loud, I yodel free |
My yodels fly |
Far and back to me |
I will pose in |
Fancy lederhozen |
Singing spendors |
And wearing bright suspenders |
Echoes on and on |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
The last of the yodelers |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
Echoes back across the mountain tors |
I yodel loud, I yodel free |
My yodels fly |
Far and back to me |
So yodel loud and yodel free |
Yodel clear, in yodel harmony |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
Yodel on and on and on |
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Bathtub, Rubber Duck, 'n the Baker's Dozen
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough |
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough |
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough |
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough Yow! |
This tub - it's too cold |
I'm gonna freeze - my jelly roll |
This tub - gonna chill me |
There will be - freezy cold éclair |
That fillin', just chillin' - Gettin' goosebumps, that ain't pretty |
All flusterd, my cold custard |
Gettin' the dough, you know, gritty |
It's too cold (Turn't up) |
This soggy croissant it ain't funny, man |
It's too cold (Turn't up) |
This powdered donut's all gummy, man |
It's too cold (Turn't up) |
Ain't no blame so just get it right |
It's too cold (And full) |
So drain it down |
Start again |
Nibblin' on my fritter (mmmm) |
Nibblin' on my fritter (mmmm) |
Nibblin' on my fritter (mmmm) |
(Now listen here, I don't bathe alone) |
My rubber duck gonna squeek a lil' (squeek) |
My rubber duck gonna squeek a lil' (squeek) |
My rubber duck gonna squeek a lil' (squeek) |
That fritter really hit the spot! |
If you're dirty, just wash |
Dough… |
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough (Yum!) |
If you're dirty, just wash |
Dough… |
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough (Yum!) |
If you're dirty, just wash |
If you're dirty, just wash |
If you're dirty, just wash |
If you're dirty, just wash |
Say, say, say, yum! |
Stop |
Wait a minute |
Fill my tub, put some bubbles in it |
Makin sure, dip my toe |
Turn around! Gotta scratch! |
Scratch my shoulder, oh that's good, that itchy spot below my knee |
If you itch it, gotta scratch it |
Like a bare back on that barky tree |
It's too hot (Turn't down) |
This maple bar is a goner, man |
It's too hot (Turn't down) |
Don't wanna bathe in a sauna, man |
It's too hot (Turn't down) (Turn't down) |
There ain't no blame so just get it right |
It's too hot (And full) |
So drain it down |
Start again |
Nibblin' on my cruller (mmmm) |
Nibblin' on my cruller (mmmm) |
Nibblin' on my cruller (mmmm) |
My rubber duck gonna squeek a lil' (squeek) |
My rubber duck gonna squeek a lil' (squeek) |
My rubber duck gonna squeek a lil' (squeek) |
That cruller really hit the spot! |
If you're dirty, just wash |
Dough… |
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough (Yum!) |
If you're dirty, just wash |
Dough… |
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough (Yum!) |
If you're dirty, just wash |
If you're dirty, just wash |
If you're dirty, just wash |
If you're dirty, just wash |
Say, say, say, yum! |
Before I bathe |
Let me tell yall a lil' something |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck |
I said bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck |
I gonna eat |
This donut |
Got some sprinkles on it |
This rainbow sprinkle donut |
Gonna nibble off, pink frosting |
I gonna eat |
This donut |
This rainbow sprinkle donut |
Well that sprinkly donut done hit the spot |
If you're dirty, just wash |
Dough… |
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough (Yum!) |
If you're dirty, just wash |
Dough… |
Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough… Dough-nuht, Dough dough (Yum!) |
If you're dirty, just wash |
If you're dirty, just wash |
If you're dirty, just wash |
If you're dirty, just wash |
Say, say, say, yum! |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck ('n doh-nuhht) |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck ('n doh-nuhht) |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck |
(You may say it's yucky) |
(Got frosting on my ducky) |
(Don't know how it got on there) |
(Wash it off, and I don't care) |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck ('n doh-nuhht) |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck |
Bathtub, rubber duck, bathtub rubber duck ('n doh-nuhht) |
Bathtub, rubber duck! |
Yow! |
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Antipasto
Eat! Eat! Have some more! | ||||
When I visit my dear-a Aunt-a Lena | ||||
She always give me a something good to eat-a | ||||
Ravioli, tortalini | ||||
She cooks it up and puts it down before me | ||||
Zeppoli, cannoli | ||||
My tummy's sore but it looks so yummy | ||||
I'm gonna tell you all about an appatizer | ||||
Follow my moves and you may eat a little wiser | ||||
Get in the groove, and then you spread it on brushetta | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!) | ||||
It's a snack-a don't need a macaroni | ||||
Mix it up you've got no need to wait for dinner | ||||
They all approve, you see this dish, she is a winner | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!) | ||||
Now don't you worry 'bout being hungry | ||||
My belt she's got some extra notches | ||||
Ha! I move one notch, move two notch | ||||
The button broke so I, ha ha ha | ||||
Now come on, what was I supposed to do | ||||
She had a lasagna, and the meatballs were so nice! | ||||
Chop a tomato, add a pepperoncini | ||||
Dice an olive and cut up an artichok-ie | ||||
Mix it up with a little eggy yolkie | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!) | ||||
Piece a provolone add a bit o' bocconcini | ||||
Asiago so it's a extra cheesy | ||||
Prosciutto, Salami | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!) | ||||
(Ay! Ay!) (Ay! Ay!) (Ay! Ay!) | ||||
Eat! Eat! Have some more! | ||||
(Ay!) | ||||
A-A-Antipasto | ||||
A-A-Antipasto | ||||
A-A-Antipasto (Ay!) | ||||
A-A-Antipasto | ||||
A-A-Antipasto | ||||
A-A-Antipasto | ||||
Antipasto, antipasto, antipasto, antipasto | ||||
Chop a tomato, add a pepperoncini | ||||
Dice an olive and cut up an artichok-ie | ||||
Mix it up with a little eggy yolkie | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!) | ||||
Piece a provolone add a bit o' bocconcini | ||||
Asiago so it's a extra cheesy | ||||
Prosciutto, Salami | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!) (Ay!) | ||||
When I visit my dear-a Aunt-a Lena | ||||
She always give me a something good to eat-a | ||||
So yummy, so yummy | ||||
My tummy hurts, I feel a little nappy | ||||
I'm gonna tell you all about an appatizer | ||||
Follow my moves and you may eat a little wiser | ||||
Get in the groove, and then you spread it on brushetta | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!) | ||||
It's a snack-a don't need a macaroni | ||||
Mix it up you've got no need to wait for dinner | ||||
They all approve, you see this dish, she is a winner | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!) | ||||
Chop a tomato, add a pepperoncini | ||||
Dice an olive and cut up an artichok-ie | ||||
Mix it up with a little eggy yolkie | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!) | ||||
Piece a provolone add a bit o' bocconcini | ||||
Asiago so it's a extra cheesy | ||||
Prosciutto, Salami | ||||
Hey antipasto! (Ay!)
|
Constipa...tion
I watched a fly walk on the wall |
To pass my troubled time |
That drippy faucet has me thinking |
I am losing my mind |
I am so tired of the rumble of the bathroom fan |
I feel there's nothing I can do, ow |
I am so tired of the rumble of the bathroom fan |
After all this time in here |
I wish my time in here was through |
I really don't mind a can trip now and then |
But when's this trip to the can gonna end |
I need my fiber and you ate all of my raisin bran |
You ate my grapefruit, all you left me's that old can of spam |
It's futile but I try with my superhuman might |
Constipa… |
Now here I sit on this here seat |
Bent with irregularity |
I shook this cramped up stall |
With echoes of my grunty howl |
I concentrate, I pray, I beg |
And feeling numbness in my leg |
But nothing can alleviate my balking bowel |
I need my fiber and you ate all of my raisin bran |
You ate my grapefruit, all you left me's that old can of spam |
It's futile but I try with my superhuman might |
Constipate… |
I need my fiber and you ate all of my raisin bran |
You ate my grapefruit, all you left me's that old can of spam |
It's futile but I try with my superhuman might |
Constipate… |
Shun! |
I need my fiber and you ate all of my raisin bran |
You ate my grapefruit, all you left me's that old can of spam |
It's futile but I try with my superhuman might |
Constipa… |
Oh ohh ohh |
Oh ohh ohh |
Oh ohh ohh |
Friday, July 3, 2015
Dispensable (The PEZ Empowerment Song)
This is a tale of packaged PEZ candy |
Our crunchy shape a longish square |
Stuck in the candy drawer! |
Won't anybody eat us? |
Stuck in the candy drawer! |
We'd fit aboard some plastic instrument |
We have our artifical flavoring |
And with geometric symmetry |
We will be dispensable |
That plastic head could be extendable |
We certainly would all fit inside |
Stuck in the candy drawer! |
We've got the right to be snacked on! |
Stuck in the candy drawer! |
When there's no more gummies in there anymore! |
We'll get aboard that plastic instrument |
We have our artifical flavoring |
And with geometric symmetry |
We will be dispensable |
It could be Santa or Chewbacca |
Or Frozen Queen of Ice |
And with geometric symmetry |
We will be dispensable |
Won't anybody eat us? |
Stuck in the candy drawer! When there's no more… |
No more gummies in there anymore |
We'll get aboard that plastic instrument |
We have our artifical flavoring |
And with geometric symmetry |
We will be dispensable |
It could be Grumpy or Chewbacca |
Check e-bay's bidding price! |
And with geometric symmetry |
We will be dispensable |
We'll get aboard that plastic instrument |
We have our artifical flavoring |
And with geometric symmetry |
We will be dispensable |
We'll get aboard that plastic instrument |
We have our artifical flavoring |
And with geometric symmetry |
We will be dispensable |
In Klingon
NOTE: Lines in red are in spoken Klingon
The Star Trek Convention has come to town |
I've got my costume on today |
I've got my golden ticket in my spacy chainmail pocket |
And phasors set for stun. I'm on my way! |
In Klingon (In Klingon) |
I'm gonna sing this Trekke song |
I'm gonna sing it down the halls |
And off the elevator walls |
You know, I'm gonna sing this Trekkie song |
In Klingon (In Klingon) |
I'm gonna sing this Trekke song |
I'm gonna sing it to my cat |
And when I'm at the laundromat |
Oh yeah, I'm gonna sing this Trekkie song |
Can you tell me where to find the implements of destruction? |
Would the mighty rodent hunter like a belly rub? |
A being of no honor has left the clothes drier all linty |
In Klingon (In Klingon) |
I'm gonna sing this Trekke song |
I'm gonna sing it to street mimes |
And in the supermarket lines |
Oh yeah, I'm gonna sing this Trekkie song |
In Klingon (In Klingon) |
I'm gonna sing this Trekke song |
I'm gonna sing it when I shower |
With all my Klingon power |
You know, I'm gonna sing this Trekkie song |
This invisible box technology is most interesting |
Let us do battle to determine our position in the checkout line |
A clean forehead ridge is a happy forehead ridge |
In Klingon (In Klingon) |
I'm gonna sing this Trekke song |
I'm gonna sing it at the diner |
Oh yeah, I'll sing it all the time, yeah |
You know, I'm gonna sing this Trekkie song |
This meat is overcooked, without blood, and unappetizing |
Dog Doo
I'm late (I'm late) and - racing for the door (racing for the door) |
I don't (don't know) how - I - can - possibly - expect - to get - to school on time |
And now (and now) I - am - running cross the lawn (running cross the lawn) |
What - is - that - foul - o-dor |
And - why's - grass - heading for my face - didn't ev-en stumble - so |
Slow - down.. I - think - that - I - just - slipped - in |
Dog doo (dog doo) |
Bill - my - neighbor - walked his dog - didn't bring along a scoop - or a - plas-tic bag |
Upon - my lawn - his dog was squatting - and squatting down |
Dog doo (dog doo) |
Bill - my - neighbor - walked his dog - didn't bring along a scoop - or a - plas-tic bag |
Upon - my lawn - his dog was squatting - left a pile of - dog doo-o |
Yes - dog - doo-ooo |
I wipe (I wipe) feet across the grass, swiveling my heel |
Still on - my foot, I try - jumping up and down - but I gotta think of some-thing - new |
I scrape (I scrape) scraping with a stick, stick is springing up |
And - now - it's - on - my pants - and there's still some-on my shoe |
And pressed for time, best that I, - go - now |
I'm - run-ning - down - the - street - with |
Dog doo (dog doo) |
Have you - ever been in class, and they all - look at you, They - smell - it - too |
They pinch - their noses - pointing (and pointing) at |
Dog doo (dog doo) |
Have you - ever been in class, and they all - look at you, They - smell - it - too |
They laugh - behind your back - pointing - at - dog - doo |
I was scooping |
I was scooping up blobs |
I was scooping (I was scooping) |
Got a paper bag of |
And then I went over to Bill's house |
And set that bag on fire (bag on fire) |
And rang the doorbell too (geezer) |
And I ran off like a race-hor-rrr-se |
I - got - even - for - my - shoe-ooo |
And it was - dog - doo-ooo |
Dog doo (dog doo) |
Bill - my - neighbor - walked his dog - didn't bring along a scoop - or a - plas-tic bag |
Upon - my lawn - his dog was squatting - and squatting down |
Dog doo (dog doo) |
Bill - my - neighbor - walked his dog - didn't bring along a scoop - or a - plas-tic bag |
Upon - my lawn - his dog was squatting - left a pile of - dog doo-o |
When Bill steps on that ba-ag - he'll know - dog - doo |
When Bill steps on that ba-ag - he'll know - (he'll know) |
I Got Beamed on a Shiny Spaceship
Ducks I thought I'd shoot |
Breathed in that fresh evening air |
One star 'gan to grow |
And I gazed at that glow |
Soon it grew to a |
kal-Eye-Dee-scope glare |
And those lights in the skies |
Well they blinded my eyes |
And I knew this was no normal plane |
I tell ya it's true |
This could all happen to you |
Better listen when you hear me sayi-i-i-i-in' |
Cause I got beamed on a shiny spaceship |
Where they put their probes |
In your probeless places, where I won't say |
Th'got my D-N-Ayyy |
Thaaa tagged my ear with a spacey staper |
Then they blipped my crown, zapped my brai-ay-ain |
Oh, I know this, it sou-ow-ounds insan-n-ne |
Well, then they left me there |
In my long underwear |
Covered - in alien spores |
I made such a sight |
All those ducks took to flight |
And I made my way back to the shor-re |
Hey, I told police |
Raid'o and TV |
They'all laughed for an hour but then |
Well, I got a call |
That ol' rag Enquirer (Enkw-hour) |
s'puttin' my story to pe-e-en |
Cause I got beamed on a shiny spaceship |
Where they put their probes |
In your probeless places, where I won't say |
Th'got my D-N-Ayyy |
Thaaa tagged my ear with a spacey staper |
Then they blipped my crown, zapped my brai-ay-ain |
Oh, I know this, it sou-ow-ounds insa-ane |
Cause I got beamed on a shiny spaceship |
Where they put their probes |
In your probeless places, where I won't say |
Th'got my D-N-Ayyy |
Thaaa tagged my ear with a spacey staper |
Then they blipped my crown, zapped my brai-ay-ain |
Oh, I know this, it sou-ow-ounds insa-ane |
Cause I got beamed on a shiny spaceship |
Where they put their probes |
In your probeless places, where I won't say |
Th'got my D-N-Ayyy |
Thaaa tagged my ear with a spacey staper |
Then they blipped my crown, zapped my brai-ay-ain |
Oh, I know this, it sou-ow-ounds insa-a-ane |
Cause I got beamed on a shiny spaceship |
Where they put their probes |
In your probeless places… |
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