You were having sex with Jon Lovitz?
Here’s mine. It runs through my head every so often out of the blue.
It’s from “The Elephant Show” I used to watch when I was a little kid.
Bee A Bay, Bee E Bee, Bee I Bibby By Bee O Boe, Bibby By Boe Bee U Boo,
Bibby By Boe Boo
For to learn your vowels. 
Please excuse the silly spelling
The call/response version I know from camp went:
Kumalacha kumalacha kumala vista
(campers repeat as response)
no no no no travista
(repeat)
vista!
(repeat)
vista!
(repeat)
Beep biddley oaten boaten boo bop a deeten dotten button your button wotten your totten ooh ahh ahh ptooey!
From the baboon in Lion king:
A Saunte Sauna Squash Banana Weewee Nooga Meemee Apana!
I’ve promised not to name names so I’m unable to answer your excellent question.
I don’t know if this counts:
Marezeedotes and dozeedotes and liddelamseetivey, a kidleetiveytu, wouldn’t you?
It took me quite a while to learn that they were actual words to that song:
Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy, a kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?
I, too, recognize this is from the old camp song Vista. (Which has been recorded by the band Guadalcanal Diary.)
Oh, yeah, and then there’s this. I’m not sure how to even begin trying to spell that out, but I sing it all the time, just imitating the sounds.
yatsipsuparidikaridulandikaridilandistandool… er… something like that.
Personally, I was always enchanted by the phrase, “Twang your magic twanger, Froggy,” and I don’t know where it comes from. Some television show, I believe.
Meh, I’ve heard it stinks.
I heard it as:
Myyyy naaaaaame iiiiiiis…Hi hi pickle-eye, pickle-eye hi hi, bumbleberry, walla walla whiskey, Chinese chopstics choooooow
Oh, wow. When I was a Girl Scout, we had something very similar.
A group of Girl Scouts, many of whom have had far too many smores, would sing this one. Half of the group goes “Oompah, oompah, oompah!” continuously, while the other half sings:
Ging gang gooney, gooney, gooney, Watchung, ging gang goon, ging gang goon.
Ging gang gooney, gooney, gooney, Watchung, ging gang goon, ging gang goon. (La la la.) Hey-la, oh hey-la shay-la, oh hey-la shay-la, hey-la, OOOoooooooo. (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp) Hey-la, oh hey-la shay-la, oh hey-la shay-la, hey-la, oooooooo. Shaddiwaddy shaddiwaddy shaddiwaddy shaddiwaddy oompah, oompah, oompah! (Oompahs repeat as the other half of the group starts again at “Ging gang gooney”…)
One of the first songs I learned had the inspired lyrics:
Waddley atcha, waddley atcha,
Doodley doo
Doodley doo.
Waddley atcha, waddley atcha,
Doodley doo
Doodley doo.
That’s all there is, there ain’t much to it.
All you gotta do is doodley do it.
Waddley atcha, waddley atcha,
Doodley doo
Doodley doo.
Then there were two hand-clapping games/songs I remember well:
Down on the banks of the Hankey-Pankey
Where the bullfrogs jump from bank to bankey
Going eep, op, eep op op,
Skiddle-diddle keeeer-PLOP!
and
Neo not not
Neo-neee
Neo not not
Neo-neee
Neo (clap clap)
Not not (clap clap)
Repeat ad infinitum, or ad the end of recess, or someone’s mother calling them in for dinner or whatever.
There was an old radio show for kids back in the 50’s that had something like that. Froggy the Gremlin was the character. I think Froggy and some other critters were supposed to be either puppets or make-believe things like The Muppets. It hardly mattered since they were voice-only things. (How they appeared in the studio is another matter since there probably was some form of studio audience, most likely kids.)
As I recall, and I may be fusing two or more shows, it was something like Smilin’ Ed O’Connell’s something or other, and it was sponsored by Buster Brown shoes for kids. I’m going to try searching for that after I finish working this from memory.
My memory of the saying was along the lines of “Plunk your magic finger, Froggy.” But that was based on my hearing only and I wasn’t a big enough fan to have listened a lot and thus know the significance of whatever it was Froggy did. I seem to recall it made something special happen.
If I find a reasonable website, I’ll be back.
Okay. Here’s a link to Froggy the Gremlin in The Buster Brown Show.
“Don’t mock my smock or I’ll clean your clock!”
My mother was a Bluebird/Camp Fire Girl leader, and the version she taught her troop went something like this:
Shing gang goo, gory gory gotchee
Shing gang goo, gory gotchee go
Iree, oh iree iree
Oh shing, oh gang, oh goo
Oh shing gang goo, gory gory gotchee
Shing gang goo, gory gotchee goo
My dad taught some nonsense spelling rhymes – does anybody have variations or additions to this list?
A knife and a fork
A bottle and a cork
And that’s the way you spell New York!
Chicken on the car,
Car can’t go,
And that’s the way you spell Chicago!
Cin cin cin,
A needle and a pin,
A thinny and a fatty,
And that’s the way you spell Cincinnati!
Also, my mom’s mnemonic for spelling Mississippi is “M-i-crooked letter-crooked letter-i, crooked letter-crooked letter-i, humpback-humpback-i”.
I used to work with a girl who’s favorite exclaimation of surprise was “Well shit the bed and fuck me running!”
I never did understand exactly what the hell it meant, and 15 years later, I’m still wondering… 
this is a bit dirty, so I apologise:
(sort of a team spirit song we sang around the schoolyard at the age of 10 or so)
(I’ll leave out my hometown name)
Cocksucker, mutherfucker, eat a bag of shit
Cunt-hair, douchebag, suck your mother’s tit
We’re the best team, all the rest suck
‘hometown, hometown’ Fuck fuck fuck
I can’t believe I remember that 20 years later, of all things…
Rat shit, bat shit,
dirty 'ol twat!
Sixty-four assholes tied in a knot!
Hooraaaaay, lizard shit, FUCK!
Compliments of George Carlin. I will never purge that from my memory. Although this song that is playing in a loop on my machine now might just do it.
Stase, I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate you right now for linking to this song. Really. I hate. Deeply.
Yayasoso…blahblahblah. I may go insane, but I cannot stop this damn thing.
There are quite a few questionable cheers in my memory, most of which I only have that rare occasion to use. There is, however, one of my favorites from Auburn:
Bodda gidda bodda gidda bodda gidda bah
Siss boom bah rah rah rah
Weagle weagle war damn eagle
Kick 'em in the butt, Big Blue
For whatever reason, this cheer rocks for me. I guess that’s how the nonsense ones acquire their power. As literature they’re fairly weak, but when 10,000 rabid fans scream them out and then yell at full voice, the effect is awe-inspiring.
My dad had several verses about a frog in a well, that “had a cold and he couldn’t smell”. The chorus was also nonsense words that went something like
a sing some kissy kissy kymeo
Heemo Hymo dare I owe
Heem a hyme a rump suck a sog bug a polly wolly link
and a sing some kissy kissy kymeo