“Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler!
I hid behind the door with a loaded 44
And my teacher ain’t a teacher no more!”
Not as funny now as it was in the 70’s.
Mr. K’s Link of the Month:
Do you know what?
What?
Pick your butt?
Do you know why?
Why?
Because it’s dry.
Do you know how?
With a plow.
Sung to some middle-eastern sounding song which in actuality is a Western song. (Like the snake charmers song.)
There’s a whole in the wall where I can see it all. There’s a place in France where they do a naked dance. What saw you there. Ladies in underwear. How did you use it. With a can of Renuzzit.
I never quite understood that one…I guess we just wanted to rhyme things.
I heard it with both chicken butt and snot, but I moved around a lot and in different parts of the country it changed.
I am right, infinity to the infinite power, period. No backs. Nyah! Nyah!
HUGS!
Sqrl
Gasoline: As an accompaniement to cereal it made a refreshing change. Glen Baxter
Do you know what?
What?
Pick your butt?
Do you know why?
Why?
Because it’s dry.
Do you know how?
With a plow.
Sung to some middle-eastern sounding song which in actuality is a Western song. (Like the snake charmers song.)
There’s a whole in the wall where I can see it all. There’s a place in France where they do a naked dance. What saw you there. Ladies in underwear. How did you use it. With a can of Renuzzit.
I never quite understood that one…I guess we just wanted to rhyme things.
I heard it with both chicken butt and snot, but I moved around a lot and in different parts of the country it changed.
I am right. You’re wrong, perhaps you can sing it in a song. No backs, infinity to the infinite power, period. Nyah! Nyah!
HUGS!
Sqrl
Gasoline: As an accompaniement to cereal it made a refreshing change. Glen Baxter
I asked my husband about the Guess What? What? game. He said they did it like this:
- Guess what?
- What?
- Your butt’s a coconut!
Exciting, huh?
When we were kids, one of these went:
“Mine eyes hath seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is coming 'round the corner in a green and yellow Ford
He has one hand on the throttle and the other on a bottle
Of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer!
Glory, glory hallelujah (or sock-it-to-ya)
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I bonked her on the bean with a rotten tangerine
And she kicked me out of school!”
“If you drive an automobile, please drive carefully–because I walk in my sleep.”–Victor Borge