I learned that one at Girl Scout camp, too! Funny, I don’t recall it being in the handbook… My grandmother was horrified when I requested it one Christmas.
While you’re at it, grab the Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales. Even if your kids hate it, you’ll love it.
Five Irregular Men
CHORUS: *
There were five, five constipated men in the Bible, in the Bible.
*There were five, five constipated men In the holy books of Moses.
Oh, the first, first constipated man Was Cain, he was not able.
Oh, the first, first constipated man Was Cain, he was not able.
Oh, the next, next constipated man Was Moses, he took the tablets.
Oh, the next, next constipated man Was Moses, he took the tablets.
Oh, the third, third constipated man Was Solomon, he sat for forty years.
Oh, the third, third constipated man Was Solomon, he sat for forty years.
Oh, the fourth, fourth constipated man Was Balam, he couldn’t move his ass.
Oh, the fourth, fourth constipated man Was Balam, he couldn’t move his ass.
Oh, the last, last constipated man
Was Sampson, he brought the house down*
This is wonderful for a rousing car trip --as long as the windows are down.
…whatddya think???
Mm-ah! went the little green frog one day.
Mm-ah! went the little green frog.
Mm-ah! went the little green frog one day
and his eyes went Mm-ah! too.
Honk honk went the big red truck one day.
Squish squish went the little green frog.
And his eyes don’t go Mm-ah! anymore
'cuz he got licked up by a dog. Woof woof!
That was always my personal favorite.
I just saw this thread, and this is the song I came in here to post about!
On Saturday night I was reading a sticker activity book to my friend’s 3.5-year-old little boy, and there was some hay in a wheelbarrow. Nick had to find the hay sticker, so while he looked I said, “hay … hay…” and next thing I know he’s looking at me and singing “up she rises!” I sang along with him for a little bit, much to his delight, and then I realized what we were singing. My friend was in the room, so I called over my shoulder:
“Steve…?”
“Yes?”
“Who taught Nick the ‘drunken sailor’ song?!”
“It’s on one of his Disney CDs!”
More of a “poem” than a song, but it passed time in the car or at scout camp.
(fart, fart) = fart noises
diarrhea, (fart, fart), diarrhea (fart, fart)
When you’re walking down the street and you feel it hit your feet
diarrhea, (fart, fart), diarrhea (fart, fart)
When you’re running to first and you feel you’re gonna burst
diarrhea, (fart, fart), diarrhea (fart, fart)
etc…
Steve Martin’s kid was singing this on the way home from his little league game in “Parenthood”. He got the same reaction we did: “What ARE you singing? Stop it!” 
The ones I was taught were all of the bawdy variety. Like Barnacle Bill the Sailor and *I’m Popeye the sailor man. I live in a garbage can. I like to go swimming with bow legged women. I’m Popeye the sailor man. Toot! Toot!" There was also the bicycle one already mentioned and plenty of limericks that we couldn’t just say, they had to have a rhythm baby.
There once was a man from Dungrass
Whose balls were made out of brass
When they clang together
They played “Stormy Weather”
And lightning shot out of his ass.
I also vaguely remember something about ghosts and frying pans, but the actual words allude me now.
This is really similar to the one we sang in elementary school - instead of “suffocation” we used “aggravation.” I think it went something like,
Aggravation, rehabilitation!
Aggravation, this is how it goes.
Take a cherry bomb, throw it at your mom.
At her head! Then she’s dead!
Oh, how painful.
Repeat, with verses for each family member and oneself as well.
And let us not forget the classic: “On top of spagheeeetiiiii, all covered with blooooood…”
I learned the “Bumblebe Song” in Brownies.
*I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee
Won’t my mommy be so proud of me
I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee
Ooh! Eee! It bit me!
I’m squishing up a baby bumblebee
Won’t my mommy be so shamed of me
I’m squishing up a baby bumblebee
Ooh! Eee! There’s blood on me!
I’l licking up a baby bumblebee
Won’t my mommy be so proud of me
I’m licking up a baby bumblebee
Yum -ee! It’s strawberry!*
There’s also the Worm Song -
*Nobody likes me
Every body hates me
Goin’ to the garden to eat some wor or or ms
Long slim slimey ones
Short fat juicy ones
Itsy bitsy fuzzy wuzzy worms
First you bite the head off
Then you suck the guts out
Then you throw the rest of it away a a a
Long slim slimey ones
Short fat juicy ones
Itsy bitsy fuzzy wuzzy worms
Urk! comes the first one
Blech! Comes the second one
Retch! Comes the thirst fuzzy wor or or m.
Long slim slimey ones
Short fat juicy ones
Itsy bitsy fuzzy wuzzy worms!
(You’ve got to really draw out the last word in the third line)
Charming, eh?
I don’t know if you can call it really “inappropriate,” but Run to Cadence with the U.S. Marines was always popular in my house, when me and my sister were little. Used to know all the lyrics. 
Ouch! My kids turned this one into an improv on trips, based on cars seen. “When you’re in a Mitsubishi…When you’re in a Volkswagen… When you’re in a red Toyota …” Whichever one named the car, the other one had to follow with something that related to diarrhea. (The only answer I remember was Mitsubishi. It was “something squishy.”) The only thing that worked was outdoing them, which was hard because, being in grade school at the time, they had an infinite number of verses.
To the tune of “God Bless America”:
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 the clothesline in the air
God bless my underwear, my only pair
[QUOTE=Leroy Brown]
More of a “poem” than a song, but it passed time in the car or at scout camp.
(fart, fart) = fart noises
diarrhea, (fart, fart), diarrhea (fart, fart)
When you’re walking down the street and you feel it hit your feet
diarrhea, (fart, fart), diarrhea (fart, fart)
When you’re running to first and you feel you’re gonna burst
diarrhea, (fart, fart), diarrhea (fart, fart)
etc…
Diarrhoea, diarrhoea
when it comes out your bum like a bullet from a gun
diarrhoea, diarrhoea,
when it’s all brown and runny and your friends think it’s funny
diarrhoea, diarrhoea,
when it’s sticky and it’s hot and it shoots from your bot,
diarrhoea, diarrhoea…
AND
Thick yellow custard and green slime pie
All mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.
Drink it down quickly with a cup of sick,
That’ll do the trick!
since we’ve morphed into a gross songs for young kids thread, when I was six or so, my sisters and I would sing the following for hours on long car trips:
“bum tit tit, bum tit tit, bum tit tit, willy willy willy willy,”
and repeat, like, several thousand times.
This reminds me of a Net discussion RE the film The Wicker Man in which a Wiccan participant said that she had to tell her wee ones it was NOT appropriate to chant “Burn! Burn! Burn!” at the end.
I learned this one as “bare naked women”
And then there was:
There’s a place in France
Where the naked ladies dance
There’s a hole in the wall
And the men see it all
:eek: Oh my Og, I think that’s the one! It was on vinyl, but I remember that there was a little booklet with all the lyrics and pictures of Disney characters frolicking in the margins. It seems odd that it would still be in production nearly 20 years later, though. I have to go look on Amazon now . . .