Jingle Bells, Batman smells

I heard it just like in the OP, growing up in Tucson AZ.

And it’s Great Green Globs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
bloody little birdy feet
All just sitting in the middle of the street
and me without my spoon
(but I’ve got a straw!)



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I remember singing the Batman carol in California, and it was the Penguin that got away.

Learned later in NY:

Great green gobs of
Greasy grimy gopher guts
Chopped up birdie’s feet
Mutilated monkey meat
French-fried eyeballs
Swimming in a pool of blood
I fergot my straw!
How sweet it iiissssss…

And this is a new one, sung sweetly by a friend’s angelic looking children at a Christmas party:

Joy to the world!
The teacher’s dead
We barbequed her head!
What happened to her boooodddyyyy?
We flushed it down the pooootttttyyy…
And watched it go round & round
And watched it go round & round
And watched it go rooouuunnndd
And round and round!

They learned it in school. Yikes!

You guys are all so close, but it is:

Great big gobs of
Greasy grimy gopher guts
Little birdie’s dirty feet
Mutilated monkey meat
Two big eyeballs
Floating in a glass of milk
Get it at your neighborhood store
Without a strawwwww!

Everyone knows that.

I am from Canada and we sang it when I grew up. They are the songs that are past on to annoy all adults.
As a teacher I can say they still sing them and it does annoy you after awhile.


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I don’t know if this is the one you were thinking of, Neuro, but. . .

Jingle bells, cockle shells
Grandma’s got a gun
She shot gramps in the underwear
In 1991
– Sylence


I don’t have an evil side. Just a really, really apathetic one.

Perhaps. But that’s okay, I’ve got another one:

Deck the halls with gasoline, fa la la la la la la la la
Light a match and watch it gleam, fa la la la la la la la la
Watch the schoolhouse burn to ashes, fa la la la la la la la la
Aren’t you glad you played with matches? Fa la la la la la la la la!


“That’s entertainment!” —Vlad the Impaler

Neurro, that sounds awfully close to a Shawn Colvin song…

(Winking at Tom) And per Tom’s request, here is MY rendition of a family favorite, “On Top of Spaghetti”.

(Clearing throat)

On top of Spaaaa-ghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off of the taaa-ble,
And onto the floor.
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.

It rolled into the garrrr-den,
And under a bush.
And now my poor meatball,
Is nothing but mush!
Thank you!! thankyouverymuch!

Gee, what’s on today’s menu?

Gobs and gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts,
marinated monkey feet,
NTG’s little dirty feet! :wink:
French fried eyeballs dipped in a bowl of glue
I forgot my spoon…
Have a straw!

Blood sandwiches-Spuds on top.
monkey vomit, camel snot.
Rabbits eyeballs dipped in glue
Yummy, yummy good for you.

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Don’t even get me started on the “Deck The Halls With Gasoline” parody.


You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.

Back in the late 60s I remember Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts, On Top of Spaghetti, and Jiggle Bells, Batman Smells being on a red 45 we used to play all the time.

One more from that red 45:

Oh Dunderbeck, Oh Dunderbeck
How could you be so mean
To ever have invented
The sausage meat machine
And now all the neigbors cats and dogs
Will never more be seen
Since you invented
The sausage meat machine.

On top of a beeeeer can,
all covered with foam,
I had one to maaaaany,
and couldn’t get home.

They called for a taaaaaxi,
the one with the stars,
It took me to the hoteeeeel,
the one with the bars.

Sorry… it’s all I can remember for now.

I’m trying to remember a Jingle Bells type song that ends with …oh what fun it is to ride in a crashed up Chevrolet!

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Do any of you remember a long song about a strange junior high and a skinny girl named Alice.
We sang the damn thing in Boy Scouts and two lines still haunt my brain:
“Oh my goodness, oh my soul!
There goes Alice down the hole
To the sewer, to the sewer, to the sewer.”
The second line said the school’s colors were purple and white. “White is for purity and purple is for fight, fight, fight!”
I would appreciate it if someone with a better memory would post the song’s title and any other lines they remember.


The Coyote gnaws …
but he does not swallow.

Isn’t “On top of spaghetti” a Shel S. poem?

Anyone remember the words to the one… goes something like
Magdelina Hagdelina (something something something something)
she had two hairs on her head
one was alive and the other was dead
(blah blah)
she had to teeth in her mouth
one pointed north and the other one south
(blah blah)
and ended with something about having two feet like bathroom mats?



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I never heard that “Great big globs…” thing except the first line is spoken in one of the funniest movies ever, Caddyshack, by Bill Murray as he’s trying to kill the gopher.

Hi Opal! Yup, I remember it (partially).

Goes something like this:

Hagnalina Magnalina Hoopensteiner Wallendiner
Hogan Logan Bogan was her name.

She had to hairs growin’ out her head
One was alive, and the other was dead.

Hagnalina Magnalina Hoopensteiner Wallendiner
Hogan Logan Bogan was her name.

She had to eyes buggin’ out her head
One was green and the other was red.

Hagnalina Magnalina Hoopensteiner Wallendiner
Hogan Logan Bogan was her name.

She had to teeth pokin’ out her mouth,
One pointed east and the other pointed south.

Hagnalina Magnalina Hoopensteiner Wallendiner
Hogan Logan Bogan was her name.

(don’t remember the rest…)

Has anyone ever heard this one?:

Eenie beanie popsideanie
All ball boomsalini
Georgie Porgie
Liberace, and his brother John.
Have a peach, have a plum,
Have a stick of chewing gum.
If you want it, Aleman
Aleman, hocus pocus
Donnalocus San Diego
Dandiego equals GRAVY!


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I am too in shape! :::muttering::: Round is a shape.
C’mon up and see me sometime.

Growing up in Northern NY we learned a slight different variant:

Three quart jars of greasy grimy gopher guts
Marmaladed monkey’s feet
Chopped up baby parakeet
Three quart jars of greasy grimy gopher guts
And I forgot my spoon

In the 60’s & 70’s-- we had the Batman xmas song, Chicago/Milwalkee area versions were mutually identical. BUT
it was “batmobile, lost a wheel,
Comissioner broke his leg!”


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I learned a different version of the sausage machine song.

Oh Mr. Johnny Quebec,
How could you be so mean?
We told you you’d be sorry
For inventing that machine
Now all the neighbor’s cats and dogs
Will nevermore be seen
They’ve all been ground to sausages
In Johnny Quebec’s machine

One day the machine broke
The darn thing wouldn’t run
So Johnny Quebec, he crawled inside
He thought it would be fun
Along came his wi-ife
She though she’d play a prank
She gave the crank
A heck of a yank
And Johnny Quebec was meat!

Oh Mr. Johnny Quebec,
How could you be so mean?
We told you you’d be sorry
For inventing that machine
Now even Mr. Johnny Quebec
Will nevermore be seen
'Cause he’s been ground to sausages
In his very own machine!

the gopher guts song as i remember it goes:
Great big globs of gresy grimy gopher guts
Marinated monkey meat
french fried birdy feet
Lizards eyeballs dipped in kerosien
and i forgot my spoon
but i still have my straw.
SLURPPPPPPP!!!
thats how this kid learned it.


Whatever!!! Just don’t screw up my life with your wicked stupid ideas!

Mr. Coyote, We learned this as kids:

Alice, where are you going?
Upstairs to take a bath.
Alice has legs like tooth picks
and a neck like a giraff.
Oh my goodness, oh my soul,
there goes Alice down the hole.
Alice, where are you going?
Glug, glug, glug.

Not quite the boy scout song, is it?