| 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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