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My momma
She gave me a dollar
She told me to buy a collar
But I didn’t buy no collar
Instead I bought some bubblegum
BAZOOKA, ZOOKA bubble gum (x2)

My momma
She gave me a quarter
She told me to tip the porter
But I didn’t tip no porter
Instead I bought some bubblegum
BAZOOKA, ZOOKA bubble gum (x2)

My momma
She gave me a dime
She told me to buy a lime
But I didn’t buy no lime
Instead I bought some bubblegum
BAZOOKA, ZOOKA bubble gum (x2)

My momma
She gave me a nickel
She tole me to buy a pickle
But I didn’t buy no pickle
Instead i bought some bubblegum
BAZOOKA, ZOOKA bubble gum (x2)

My momma
She gave me a penny
She told me to buy some bubblegum
But I didn’t buy no bubblegum
Because I’m sick of bubblegum
BAZOOKA, ZOOKA bubble gum (x2)

An Alligator is my friend
He can be your friend too
But what you have to understand
Is he has feelings too.

Alligator
Alligator
Can be your friend
Can be your friend
Can be your friend TOO

An alligator’s always glad
He never sings the blues
I’d rather have him as my friend
Than wear him for my shoes

Alligator
Alligator
Can be your friend
Can be your friend
Can be your friend TOO

An alligator ate my friend
He can eat your friend too
But what you have to understand
Is he needs dinner too

Alligator
Alligator
Can be your friend
Can be your friend
Can be your friend TOO

One hand.
Two ducks.
Three squawking geese.
Four Limerick oysters.
Five corpulent porpoises.
Six pairs of Don L. Vera tweezers.
Seven thousand Macedonians in full battle array.
Eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt.
Nine sympathetic, apathetic, telepathic old men on roller skates with a remarkable propensity toward sloth.
Ten lyrical, spherical, ethereal demons from the deep that neither quiver from the quay nor quay from the quiver, nor both at the same time. (or …from the deep with a bilious bias toward Big Bill Bagoda’s Bayou Bistro.)
Eleven delegated, segregated, highly unappreciated, superficial, artificial, old Irish golf officials living in an igloo in the frigid Northern Hemisphere.
And a dozen donuts.

A girl one day
She ran away
To stay at a Girl Scout camp
Each ringlet fair, left her hair
Each curly curl went down
And there she washed the dishes
And there she scrubbed the floors
Until one sunny day
While rowing in the bay
She fell in all the way
And she wrote home just to say
Ohhhh I’ve got scrapes on my fingers
And cuts on my toes
Sticks and stones to sleep on,
And a red, red sunburned nose
But oh my dear family
I’m writing home to say
I’m having such a jolly time at camp today!

It’s a sixties party from a sixties movie (index fingers up and down)
See the surfers on their surfboards (hand as though shielding eyes from sun, looking back and forth)
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na! (jump so left foot is pointed forward and left hand is pointing forward, as though on a surfboard)
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na! (jump to the right side)

It’s a sixties party from a sixties movie
See the swimmers in the water
Swimmie Swimmie Swimmie Swim! (move arms as though swimming)
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na

It’s a sixties party from a sixties movie
See the jellyfish on the beaches
Squishy Squishy Squishy Squish (stamp out imaginary jellyfish with foot)
Swimmie Swimmie Swimmie Swim!
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na

It’s a sixties party from a sixties movie
See the tanners on their towels
Ouchie Ouchie Ouchie Ouch! (pat hands on arms as though burned)
Squishy Squishy Squishy Squish!
Swimmie Swimmie Swimmie Swim!
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na

It’s a sixties party from a sixties movie
See the lifegaurds on their towers
Flexie Flexie Flexie Flex! (Flex arms)
Ouchie Ouchie Ouchie Ouch!
Squishy Squishy Squishy Squish!
Swimmie Swimmie Swimmie Swim!
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na
Da-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na

It’s a sixties party from a sixties movie
Party’s over!

“Who killed Cock Robin?” “I,” said the Sparrow,
“With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin.”
“Who saw him die?” “I,” said the Fly,
“With my little eye, I saw him die.”
“Who caught his blood?” “I,” said the Fish,
“With my little dish, I caught his blood.”
“Who’ll make the shroud?” “I,” said the Beetle,
“With my thread and needle, I’ll make the shroud.”
“Who’ll dig his grave?” “I,” said the Owl,
“With my pick and shovel, I’ll dig his grave.”
“Who’ll be the parson?” “I,” said the Rook,
“With my little book, I’ll be the parson.”
“Who’ll be the clerk?” “I,” said the Lark,
“If it’s not in the dark, I’ll be the clerk.”
“Who’ll carry the link?” “I,” said the Linnet,
“I’ll fetch it in a minute, I’ll carry the link.”
“Who’ll be chief mourner?” “I,” said the Dove,
“I mourn for my love, I’ll be chief mourner.”
“Who’ll carry the coffin?” “I,” said the Kite,
“If it’s not through the night, I’ll carry the coffin.”
“Who’ll bear the pall? “We,” said the Wren,
“Both the cock and the hen, we’ll bear the pall.”
“Who’ll sing a psalm?” “I,” said the Thrush,
“As she sat on a bush, I’ll sing a psalm.”
“Who’ll toll the bell?” “I,” said the bull,
“Because I can pull, I’ll toll the bell.”
All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.

What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That’s what little boys are made of !”
What are little girls made of?
“Sugar and spice and all things nice
That’s what little girls are made of!”

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
Tapping at the window and crying through the lock,
Are all the children in their beds, it’s past eight o’clock?

Two little dicky birds sitting on a wall,
One named Peter, one named Paul.
Fly away Peter, fly away Paul,
Come back Peter, come back Paul!

Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are?
Up above the world so high , like a diamond in the sky
When the blazing sun is gone, when he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light, twinkle, twinkle all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark, thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go, if you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep, and often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye, ’till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are – twinkle, twinkle little star.