| 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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