ahhh, youth
There’s a place in France
Where the naked ladies dance
But the men don’t care
cause they chew their underwear
Jesus Christ, superstar
Got a way with a stolen car
Cops were there, I don’t care
Cause I got bulletproof underwear
When I die, bury me
But hang my balls on a cherry tree
When they’re ripe, take a bite
But don’t blame me if you barf all night
two parodies of “On top of old Smokey”:
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
'cause somebody sneezed
On top of old smokey
all covered with blood
I shot my poor teacher
With a submachine gun
I shot her with glory
I shot her with pride
I couldn’t have missed her
She’s thirty feet wide
I went to her funeral
I went to her grave
Some people threw flower
I threw hand grenades
I looked in her coffin
She wasn’t quite dead
So I took my bazooka
And blew off her head
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher we have broken every rule
(??? ??? leads into the “glory glory hallelujah/teacher hit me with a ruler” song)
there’s a boy scout camp song to the tune of “yellow submarine” whose words I never knew, but whose refrain is “We all live in a flooded latrine”
-There’s a song I used to think was about as clever as could be in 4th grade whose chorus is either “it’s a rupture” or “it’s erection” (I was never quite sure), in which the verses are always improvised, ie:
person A: When you’re running to the party, and you let out a big farty, it’s a rupture, it’s a rupture
person B: When you get to the door and you slip on the floor, it’s a rupture, it’s a rupture
person A: When you go in to the teepee and you have to make some peepee, …
(and so forth)
And finally, for your listening pleasure, every verse I can remember of the Camp Oljato version of “Mary had a little lamb” (which is not, oddly enough, sung to the tune of “Mary had a little lamb”) (also oddly, "shouting out the battle cry of free-ee-dom keeps being inserted in the middle of verses, although it’s not sung to the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic, either)
Verse:
Mary had a little lamb
She kept it in the closet
And every time she let it out
It left a little deposit
Chorus:
Hurrah for the Mary
Hurrah for the Lamb
Hurrah for the Teacher, who wouldn’t give a particle
If all the lambs in region twelve went marching off to school, hey!
Shouting out the battle cry of free-ee-dom
Verses:
Mary had a little lamb
She fed it castor oil
And every time she let it out
It fertilized the soil
Mary had a little lamb
She kept it by the heater
And every time it turned around
It burned its little feeter
Mary had a little lamb
The doctors were astounded
And everywhere that Mary went
Gynecoligists surrounded
(on a similar note)
Mary had a little lmab
The doctors were surprised
But when old macdonald had a farm
You should have scene their eyes
Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a duck
She put them on the table
To see if they would fall off
Mary had a little car
And it was painted red
And everywhere that Mary went
The cops picked up the dead
Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a bear
Now often I have seen her lamb
But I’ve never seen her bare
Mary had a bathing suit
And it was very airy
It didn’t help her much to swim
But it showed a lot of Mary
(and the traditional final verse)
Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead
So now she takes that lamb to school
Between two hunks of bread
My goodness I’m wasting a lot of brain space on this nonsense 