Another on I remember is “The Crazy Old Man From China”. No-one else I’ve talked to seems to know this one.
Also, I do not find it to be racist so if anyone is offended I apologize. It is rather tame.
My mother told me to open the door,
the crazy old man from China.
I opened the door, he fell on the floor
the crazy…
My mother told me to take him outside,
the crazy…
I took him outside, he fell down and died,
the crazy…
My mother told me to bury him deep,
the crazy…
I buried him deep, he stuck out his feet,
the crazy…
My mother told me to look in the sky,
the crazy…
I looked in the sky, he spit (sht?) in my eye,
the crazy…*
OK, my favorite as was begged for for many years at camp to the delight of all when somone would finally sing it is “The Cat Came Back”
Old Mr. Johnson had troubles of his own.
He had a yellow cat that wouldn't leave him alone.
He tried and he tried to keep that cat away.
Took it up to Canada and told it for to stay.
CHORUS:
But the cat came back the very next day.
The cat came back. They thought it was a goner,
But the cat came back; it just wouldn't stay away.
He gave it to a man going up in a balloon.
He told him to give it to the man up in the moon.
The balloon it must have busted; well, that's what they all said,
'Cause ten miles away, they picked the man up dead.
Now, this cat was a terror and they thought it would be best,
To gave it to a feller who was going way out West.
His train went 'round a curve and hit a broken rail.
Not a soul was left alive to tell the gruesome tale.
Now the cat was a possessor of a family of its own.
There were seven little kittens, 'til there came a cyclone.
It tore the houses all apart and tossed the cat around.
The air was filled with kittens, but not one was ever found.
Away across the ocean they did send the cat at last.
Vessel only out a day and taking water fast.
People all began to pray; the boat began to toss.
A great big gust of wind came by and every soul was lost.
They threw him in the kennel where the dog did lie asleep,
Where the bones of other cats lay piled in a heap.
That kennel burst apart and the dog flew out the side,
With the dog's ears chewed off and holes in its hide.
He gave it to a little boy with a dollar note.
He told the boy to take the cat up river on a boat.
They tied a rock around its neck - it must have weighed a pound.
And now they search the river for the little boy who drowned.
At last they found a way for this cat to really fix,
They trapped it in an orange crate down on highway 66.
Come a ten ton truck with a twenty ton load,
Scattered pieces of that crate a mile down the road.
The farmer on the corner said he'd shoot the cat on sight.
He loaded up his shotgun full of nails and dynamite.
He waited in the garden 'til that cat came walking 'round.
Seven little pieces of the man was all they found.
They strapped a bull's eye to its chest and tied it to a fence.
They lined up with their pistols; everyone was feeling tense.
It glared at them with eyes of green and with its teeth it spat.
And when the smoke had cleared away, they couldn't find the cat.
The H-bomb fell just the other day.
The A-bomb fell in the very same way.
Russia went! England went! And then the USA.
The entire human race was left without a chance to pray.
I couldnt remember all the lyrics, so thats what i found on google. a little different from the way we sang it, but very much the same.
Do you remember the songs that went on for stanza after stanza and you had to remember the order of each. The one most people know is There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly.
I met an old lady who swallowed a fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly
Poor old lady I think she’ll die.
She ends up swallowing a whole lot of things until she swallows a horse. . . and dies, of course.
There was another one like that about a leaf on a twig and the twig on a branch and the branch on the tree and the tree in a hole and the hole in the ground And the green grass grew all around and around. And the green grass grew all around.
See the little angels ascend up, ascend up,
Oh, see the little angels ascend up on high.
Which end up? Ass-end up! Which end up? Ass-end up!
Oh, see the little angels ascend up on high.
I haven’t seen “Miss Suzy” on here yet. We used to chant this to go along with our hand-clappy routines (anyone know what those are properly called?) when I was in elementry school. It went: Miiiiiiiiss Suzy had a steamboat
That steamboat had a bell (ding ding)
Miss Suzy went to heaven
The steamboat went to
Hello operator…
I remember the whole thing (I think), but it’s rather long so I don’t know if I should type the whole thing out.
Also, we made up different lyrics to christmas carols: We three kings of Orientar
Tried to smoke a rubber cigar
It was loaded, it explo-o-ded
Bam bam bam, you’re dead.
I suspect there might be more to that one, but I’ve never heard it.
If you’re looking for campfire songs, I know we sang a lot of them during my times at Girl Scout camp, but I don’t remember those nearly as well as I do the “naughty” ones.
I taped a version of this song once from Dr. Demento. The words are slightly different (and sung with an English accent):
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I’m going out the back to eat worms.
Long big skinny ones, big fat juicy ones,
Wiggle in your tummy type worms.
I like the way they wiggle when they slide down me throat,
So much nicer than a turtle or a goat.
Nobody likes me . . .*
There was a hole
The prettiest little hole that you ever did see
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
And in that hole
There was a tree
The prettiest little tree that you ever did see
And the tree was in the hole
And the hole was in the ground
Continue adding one line at a time…
Now on that tree… There was a branch… the prettiest little
etc…
…limb on the tree
…nest on the limb
…egg in the nest
…bird in the egg
…wing on the bird
…feather on the wing
…bacteria on the feather
There was another one we used to sing about “A hole in the bottom of the sea”. There was a log in the hole, a branch on the log, and it continued with a bump, a frog, a wart, a hair, a flea, and a germ.
Also I remember a variation on the “Comet” song from the 60s:
Comet, will make your mind turn green
Comet, is better than LSD
Comet, will make you vomit
So get some Comet and vomit today.
How about this version of She Was Coming 'Round the Mountain with these ribald lyrics? (Warning: This thread will no longer be G rated)
She was comin’ 'round the mountain doing ninety
When the chain on her motorcycle broke
She was found in the grass
With the kickstand up her ass
and her titties playing Dixie on the spokes.
Good news, everyone! Apparently the tune to “Little Pile of Tin” and its counterparts is based on a really old folk tune that just keeps getting recycled. The official answers from a music teacher and the Hennepin County Library is the same: the oldest version that they know of is the one that goes with “I’m a Nut.” So that’s really no help, although I do have a copy of the sheet music (couresty of my boss), that I can post.
Chronos, I learned some additional lyrics to Tom the Toad (and it looks like a small variation on your version):
You were alive, but now you’re dead
Your face resembles tire tread
You did not see the coming car
And now you are part of the tar
You used to be so green and fat
And now you are so red and flat
Lisa-go-Blind, here’s that lyric to Boom Boom Ain’t it Great to be Crazy:
A horse and a flea and three blind mice
Sat on the curbside shooting dice
The horse he slipped and sat on the flea
“Whoops!” said the flea, “There’s a horsey on me!”
I remembered another one I can’t remember, so here we go again. What was the one with the girl who kept shooting people and telling the judge:
I didn’t know the gun was loaded,
And I’ll never ever do it again…
And of course she’d go right out and shoot somebody else.
(Awhile back in GD, someone said (in reference to Byrd) that they were tired of the “I didn’t know the Klan was racist” plea, and that tune with those words has been running through my head ever since…)
Oh man, this thread is bringing back some repressed Girl Guide memories.
They hardly ever let us sing fun songs. Mostly Kum ba yah again and again…
But occasionally we sang this one, which I cannot remember the name of
*Oh, it’s beans, beans, beans
That turn us into fiends
In the store, in the store
Oh, it’s beans, beans, beans
That turn us into fiends
In the (something) store
Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me *
Oh, and this one, for some reason we always sang it at the end of every meeting, about 10 times, with a different accent each time
We’re all together again, we’re here we’re here.
We’re all together again, we’re here we’re here.
And who knows when we’ll be all together again?
Singing All together again, we’re here…We’re here. *
How about: …
The first marine, he found the bean, parlez vouz! (sp?)
The second marine, he cooked the bean, parlez vouz!
The third marine, he ate the bean and blew a hole in the submarine!
Inky-dinky-parlez vouz!
…
Teleute,
The version I learned was about Mary, and I only learned 2 verses: Mary had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell,
Mary went to heaven, the steamboat went to
HELL
oh, Operator, gimme number nine!
And if he doesn’t answer, then gimme back my dime!
Anyone heard this before? "Once upon a time, a goose drank wine,
A monkey chewed tobacco on a streetcar line.
The streetcar broke and the monkey choked,
and they all went to heaven in a little steamboat."
I knew Lou-Lou Had a Steamboat
Lou-Lou had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell
Lou-Lou went to heaven, the steamboat went to he. . .
Lo operater, please give me number nine
And if you disconnect me, I’ll kick you lil be. .
Hind the 'frigerater ther was a piece of glass
Lou-Lou went to pick it up and cut her little as…
k me no more questions, I’ll tell you no more lies. . .
Magayuk: It’s the Quartermaster’s Store. This is bringing back memories, but not all that repressed. It’s only been less then a year since I was last a leader and had to (more or less) remember these. I also learned new ones since when I was a girl. Which wasn’t all that long ago actually.
All of you going on about the clapping game (however you learned it) The way I learned it was:
Miss Suzie had a steamboat the steamboat had a bell
Miss Suzie went to heaven the steamboat went to
HELLo operator give me number nine
And if you disconnect me I’ll kick you in
behind the yellow curtain there was a piece of glass
Miss Susie sat upon it and hurt her little
ASk me no more questions tell me no more lies
the boys are in the bathroom doing up their
flies are in the city bees are in the park
boys and girls are having fun necking in the dark dark dark
Though I have heard it go on for another few lines, I never did learn them.
I wear my pink pyjamas in the summer when it’s hot;
I wear my flannel nightie in the winter when it’s not.
And sometimes in the springtime,
And sometimes in the fall,
I jump between the covers with nothing on at all.
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Balmy breezes blowing through ya
With nothing on at all.
Obsidian Flutterby, this is how we continuted it from there: D-A-R-K D-A-R-K dark dark dark.
Theeeeee dark is like a movie
a movie’s like a show
a show is like a TV show
and that is all I
KNOW you know my ma,
I know you know my pa
I know you know my sister with the fourty-acre (or sometimes 49-er) bra!
And if we’d made it that far without breaking up into giggles, then we’d start over or something. I’m sure that someone, somewhere has made up more verses to it, though.
3, 6, 9
The goose drank wine
The monkey chew tobacco in the street car line
The line broke
The monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat
Clap back
My momma told me
If I was goody
That she would buy me
A rubber dolly
My auntie told her
I kissed a soldier
Now she won’t buy me
A rubber dolly
More comet fun!
Comet
It makes you mouth turn red
Comet
It makes you wet the bed
Comet, will make you vomit, etc
Comet
It makes your mouth turn square
Comet
It makes your butt grow hair
Comet, etc…
My son and I made those up and about fell off the bed laughing
I wouldn’t know, the camp I volunteered at one season made the raspberry sound. And it wasn’t an English sparrow on the steeple, it was a steeple pigeon.
We also did hypodermic (I’d chase you over here and stick you in your rear), sporty car (I’d speedy, speedy, speedy over ev’rybody’s feety), and radio (I’d go “click!”).
When I was a Boy Scout, one of the other boys was very fond of “Bang, Bang Lulu”. One time we wen’t camping he never seemed to shut up!
*Lulu has two boyfriends
They both are very rich
One’s the son of a lawyer
The other’s a son of a
Bang, bang, Lulu
Lulu bangs all day
Who’re we going to pick on
When Lulu goes away?
Lulu went to a ballgame
The batter hit a bunt
It bounced off the backstop
And hit Lulu in the
Bang, bang, Lulu
Lulu bangs all day
Who’re we going to pick on
When Lulu goes away?*
Sar-dines! Hey! And pork and beans! Hey!
Sar-dines! Hey! And pork and beans! Hey!
Every morning by he railroad track (sardines)
I eat pork and beans from paper sacks (sardines)
Every morning when I go to the store (sardines)
I ask the grocer man to give me some more
I got sardines in my pack and i don’t need no snack
Sar-dines! Hey! And pork and beans! Hey!
Sar-dines! Hey! And pork and beans! Hey!
