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Camping, Naturally

[Tune: New Hampshire, Naturally]

There's a place that I know,
Where the [...] Scouts like to go,
And the poison ivy grows beneath the trees.
Where the ant hills grow each night,
And the skeeters love to bite,
And the tents just seem to leak so naturally

Chorus:

Oh --- [name of campsite]
Camping there is where I want to be,
Oh --- [name of campsite]
The black flies¹ there are calling out to me.

There's a swamp behind my tent,
There's a rock beneath my bed,
And my nose turns blue from cold most every night;
Well, a skunk ate all my food,
Even though 'twas full of bugs,
And it seems like I will never see the light.

Watch the smoke rise in the skies,
Watch it get in both my eyes,
My pancakes and my stew burned to a crisp;
I am itchy, dirty, blue,
And I smell like a woodsman too.
My leader broke a rib and sprained a wrist.

But the campfires are such fun,
And the games played in the sun,
And new friends that we meet make the hours fly.
The world seems oh so green,
It's the nicest place I've been
If I can't go back again I think I'll cry.

¹If your camp is outside of black fly territory, substitute another blood-sucking pest of your choice, such as chiggers.

Chicken Lips and Lizard Hips

Words and music by John and Nancy Cassidy
© 1986 Klutz Press. All rights reserved.

Chorus:

Chicken lips and lizard hips and alligator eyes
Monkey legs and buzzard eggs and salamander thighs
Rabbit ears and camel rears and tasty toe-nail pies
Stir them all together, it's Mama's Soup Surprise.

Oh, when I was a little kid I never liked to eat,
Mama'd put things on my plate, I'd dump them on her feet,
But then one day she made this soup, I ate it all in bed,
I asked her what she put in it, and this is want she said.

I went into the bathroom and stood beside the sink,
I said I'm feeling slightly ill, I think I'd like a drink,
Mama said "I've just the thing, I'll get it in a wink,
It's full of lots of protein, and vitamins I think."

Coming of the Frogs

[Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic]

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the frogs.
They are sneaking through the swamps, they are lurking under logs.
You can hear their mournful croaking through the early morning fog.
The frogs keep hopping on.

Chorus:

Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, croak, croak [Repeat twice more.]
The frogs keep hopping on.

The frogs have grown in numbers, and their croaking fills the air.
There's no place to escape to 'cause the frogs are everywhere.
They've eaten all the flies and now they're hungry as a bear.
The frogs keep hopping on.

I used to like the bullfrogs, like to feel their slimy skin.
Liked to put them in my teachers desk and take them home again.
Now they're knocking at the front door, I can't let those frogs come in.
The frogs keep hopping on.

They have hopped into the living room and headed down the hall.
They have trapped me in the corner and my back's against the wall.
And when I open up my mouth to give a desperate call.
This is all that's heard:

Crazy

We are crazy, we are crazy,
We are nuts, we are nuts,
Happy little morons, happy little morons,
{fingers to lips} "Bb-bb-bb, bb, bb, bb"

Down by the Bay

Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow.
Back to my home, I dare not go.
For if I do, my mother will say ...
Did you ever see a goose, kissing a moose,
Down by the bay?

... ever see a whale, with a polka dot tail,
... ever see a fly, wearing a tie,
... ever see a bear, combing his hair,
... ever see llamas, eating their pajamas,
... ever see rats wearing silk hats,
... ever see a goose drinking apple juice,
... ever see a goat riding in a boat,
... ever see a cow with a green eyebrow,
... ever see a moose with a loose front tooth
... ever see an octopus, dancing with a platypus,
... ever see a time, when you couldn't make a rhyme,

The Duck Drover

I'm an old duck drover from out in Montana,
I round up them duckies and drive them along,
To a flooded coral where we bulldog and brand 'em,
Mosey on home just a'singing this song.

Chorus:

Singin': quack, quack, yippee-ay, and quack, quack, yippee-oh,
Get along little duckies, get along real slow.
Well, it's dirty and smelly, and it really don't pay,
But I'll be a duck girl 'til the end of my days.

On Saturday night I ride into town,
On a short-legged pony with my hat pulled way down.
But the boys don't like duck girls and I can't figure why.
No cowgirl could be more romantic than I.

There's danger, adventure, and romance I know,
From a wild duck stampeed to a duck rodeo.
But there's loneliness too and it cuts to the bone.
Whey you smell like duck feathers you're always alone.

After last line of final chorus, sing:

Yes, I'll be a duck girl 'til the end of my day-eeees!

Dun Song

There is high dun and low dun and under dun and over dun,
And all the other younger duns in and out they run.
There is old dun and young dun and young dun's younger sons,
And young dun will be a dun when old dun is done.

Eatawa

Eatawa ta tomata / Oy a taw ta tomata / Eatawa / Oy a taw
O-e-a, oea, oea, oea, oea
Muga, muga, muga, muga, muga [deep gutteral sound]

Each part tries to sing louder than the others

Eddie Cucha Catcha Cama

Chorus:

Eddie cucha catcha cama, tosta nana tosta noka, samma camma wacky Brown
Who?
Eddie cucha catcha cama, tosta nana tosta noka, samma camma wacky Brown ...
Fell in to the well, fell into the well, fell into the deep dark well.

Susie Jones milking in the barn,
Saw him fall and ran to tell her mom that ...

Mrs.Jones making crackling bread,
Picked up the phone and called old Jones to tell him that ...

Farmer Jones pushed aside his plow,
Picked up his cane and hobbled into town to say that ...

To the well all the town did come,
What a shame, it took so long to say his name that...
Eddie cucha catcha cama, tosta nana tosta noka, samma camma wacky Brown
Who?
Eddie cucha catcha cama, tosta nana tosta noka, samma camma wacky Brown ...
Drowned!

Fishing Song

Did you ever go fishing on a hot summer's day,
Sittin' on a bench and the bench gave away,
Alligator got you by the seat of the pants,
And all the little fishies do the hoochi-coochi dance?

Chorus:

You never did, and you never will. Yeah!

Did you ever go swimming on a hot summer's day,
See all the little fishies swimming up and down the bay,
With their hands in their pockets and their pockets in their pants,
And all the little fishies do the hoochi-coochi dance?

Have you ever gone fishing on a cold winter's day,
With all the little fishies frozen solid in the bay,
With their hands in their pockets and their pockets in their pants,
Too darn cold to do the hoochi-coochi dance?

Goodnight

Well, I walked up the door and opened the stairs,
Said my pajamas and I put on my prayers,
Turned out the bed and jumped in to the light,
All because you kissed me [kiss], goodnight.

Then, I woke up next morning and I scrambled my shoes,
Shined up an egg and toasted the news,
Buttered my tie and had another bite,
All because you kissed me---never could resist me---[kiss], goodnight

Gooey Duck (Geoduck¹)

-- Ron Konzak and Jerry and Judy Elfendahl

You can hear the diggers say, as they're headed for the bay,
Oh, I gotta dig a duck, gotta dig a duck a day,
For I get a buck a duck if I dig a duck a day.
So I gotta dig a duck, gotta dig a duck, gotta dig a duck a day.

Chorus:

Dig a duck, dig a duck, dig a gooey duck,
Dig a duck, dig a gooey duck, dig a duck a day. [repeat]

Oh it takes a lot of luck, and a certain kind of pluck,
Just to get around the muck, for to get a gooey duck,
'Cause it doesn't have a front, and it doesn't have a back,
It doesn't know Donald, and it doesn't go "quack".

As they walk across the sand, nearly half a mile from land,
For to dig a gooey duck, for to dig them out by hand,
Oh it isn't any trouble and it doesn't take a shovel,
To find a gooey duck by looking for the bubble.

At my favorite café, I told the waitress yesterday,
How I gotta dig a duck, gotta dig a duck a day.
Well, she tried to feed me turkey, and she tried to feed me ham,
But of course I did demand Washington king clams.

¹The Geoduck (pronounced "gooey duck") is the largest of burrowing clams, with shells up to seven inches long and a body (too big for the shell) weighing up to 6½ pounds. Considered a delicacy, they range up and down the Pacific coast of North America, from southern Alaska to lower California.

This song was written by harpmaker-storyteller Ron Konzak of Washington State, along with Judy and Jerry Elfendahl. © 1972 Acme Music. All rights reserved. Jerry is a diver who is part of a new industry that harvests the geoduck commercially in the Pacific Northwest.

The Green Latrine

Out in back, it stands alone,
A little shack I call my own,
It's painted drab, a rustic green,
That's why it's called the green latrine.

Wooden seats upon a stool,
And in March it's kinda cool,
As the wind blows through the screen,
On the door of the green latrine.

On my back, I lie in pain.
Outside it's hailing sleet and rain,
I gotta go but I can't go yet,
The roof leaks and I might get wet.

In my house, my family yells
"The green latrine, good grief it smells!"
I say to them, "Now just relax."
"An outside john cuts property tax!"

Ground Round

[Tune: "Downtown"]

When you have meat but hate the meat that your eating, then you've surely got---ground round!
It's so unnerving when they're constantly serving it in eating spots ---ground round!
It may be called a Salisbury, Cube Steak or Beef Patty
No matter what it's called, it's always over-cooked or fatty.

What can you do?
Sound off to your waiter there;
Loudly pound on the table,
Stand up on your chair and shout---ground round!
Always they're conning me---ground round!
Piled on my plate I see---ground round!
It really aggravates me!

Hanky Panky

Down by the banks of the hanky panky,
Where the bullfrogs jump from bank to banky.
With a eep op ape eep op
They jump from the lily and go kerplop.

Down in the jungle where nobody goes,
There's a great big mama washing her clothes.
With a rub-a-dub here and a rub-a-dub there,
That's the way she washes her clothes.

Diddly hop, jump, boogie, boogie, boogie, boogie [repeat]
That's the way she washes her clothes.

Hawaiian Punch

Here's the story of a dole banana.
Who was raising three very lovely fruits.
Each of them had peels of gold.
The youngest one was green

Here's the story of a ripe papaya.
Who was busy with three fruits of its own.
There were four fruits living in the same tree,
But they were all alone

Until one day when banana met papaya,
And they knew that they were much more than a bunch.
Yes, this crew would somehow form a fruit drink.
That's the way they became Hawaiian Punch!
Hawaiian Punch, Hawaiian Punch!
That's the way they became Hawaiian Punch!

I Love a Rabbit

I love a rabbit,
A crazy, crazy rabbit.
Hop, hop, bunny, bunny, hop, hop bunny, bunny
Hop, hop, ho, ho, hop, hop.

He don't like carrots,
I'm crazy about carrots.
Chew, chew, bunny, bunny, chew, chew, bunny, bunny
Chew, chew, ho, ho, chew, chew.

When we go to bed at night,
I kiss he and he kiss I,
But if he's been a such and such,
He has to sleep in the rabbit hutch.

I love a rabbit,
A crazy, crazy rabbit.
Hop, hop, bunny, bunny, hop, hop bunny, bunny
Hop, hop, ho, ho, hop, hop.

I Love Mud

Chorus:

Mud, mud, I love mud.
I'm absolutely, positively, wild about mud!
I can't go around it, I've gotta go through it.
Beautiful, fabulous, super-duper mud!

Big Teddy White, his clothes were mighty clean.
Went swimming in a pool of mud, he made quite a scene.
He started with the backstroke, followed by the crawl.
You should have seen him swimming when he heard his father call!

Julianna Root, in shiny yellow boots,
Saw a pool of mud that she wanted to go through.
She only took two steps, then she disappeared.
Nobody has seen her for twenty-five years!

I Met a Polar Bear

[Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw]

The other day, I saw a bear,
A big white bear, I had to stare.

He stared right back, and seem to grin,
His long white fangs, hung to his chin.

He move toward me, upon four paws,
And those four paws, held six-inch claws.

I couldn't move, my feet were froze,
As I saw steam, shoot from his nose.

But I was safe, because I knew,
This polar bear, was at the Zoo!

Jaws

[Tune: Do Re Mi]

JAWS, A shark, a great big shark
TEETH, The things that kinda crunch
BITE, The friendly sharks "hello"
US, His favorite juicy lunch
BLOOD, That turns the ocean red
CHOMP, That means the sharks been fed
GULP, I guess that we're now dead
That brings us back to
JAWS! JAWS! JAWS! JAWS!
JAWS! JAWS! JAWS! JAWS!

Killer Chemicals

[Tune: Marine Corps Anthem]

From the ants in our petunia bed
To the crab grass in our lawn.
We will fight them off with chemicals
Till the bugs and weeds are gone.
We'll use quarts and quarts of poison sprays
And we won't stop till we're thru.
The bugs and weeds are dying now,
But the plants and trees are, too.

Kookaburra

Kookaburra sits in an old gum tree,
Merry, merry king of the bush is he.
Laugh Kookaburra, laugh Kookaburra,
Happy your life must be. Ha, ha, ha!

Kookaburra sits in an old gum tree,
Eating all the gum drops he can see.
Stop Kookaburra, stop Kookaburra,
Save some there for me. Yum, yum, yum!

Leaders

[Tune: Barges]

Out of my tent flap looking in the night
I can see the leaders, boy, what a sight!
Curlers in their hair and cold cream on their face
They look like something from outer space.
Leaders, I would like to be like you
I would like to have some privileges too.
Leaders, have you cookies that you hold?
Do you share with [...] Scouts brave and bold.

Out of my tent flap looking in the night
I can see those leaders having a fight
Silently goes a pillow through the air
And here comes someone's underwear.
Leaders, I don't want to be with you.
I would probably end up black and blue.
Leaders, have you cookies that you hold?
Do you share with [...] Scouts good as gold.

Let There Be Peas

Let there be peas on Earth,
And take away broccoli;
Let there be peas on Earth,
For peas are what's meant to be.
Peas are delicious, round and firm and sweet;
Broccoli looks like a forest,
And trees were not meant to eat!
Please let there be peas on Earth,
But rid it of broccoli.
I'd like all peas on Earth,
But never the broccoli.
So, eat some peas,
Bring me some peas,
Peas are the best for me!
Let there be peas on Earth,
But take all the broccoli.

Little Black Things

[Tune: Clementine]

Chorus:

Little black things, little black things,
Crawling up and down my arms.
If I wait 'til they have babies,
I could start a black thing farm.

Haven't taken a bath in two weeks,
And I never change my clothes.
I have got these little black things,
Where they come from heaven knows.

Once a cute boy(girl) tried to kiss me,
But (s)he jumped and gave a yell,
And I never got to ask him(her),
Was it the black things or the smell.

The Mexican Canoe Song

Oh A Layla [Echo]
Ricky Ticky Tumba [Echo]
Oh Balaway Balaway Balawaa [Echo]

Michael Finnegan

[Tune: Where, Oh Where, Is Sweet Little Suzy]

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chin again,
The wind came around and blew them in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He got drunk through drinking gin again,
Thus he wasted all his tin again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

... He kicked up and awful din again,
Because they said he must not sin again, ...

... He went fishing with a pin again,
Caught a fish and dropped it in again, ...

... Climbed a tree and barked his shin again,
Took off several yards of skin again, ...

... He grew fat and then grew thin again,
Then he died and had to begin again, ...

McCormick and McKinley

[Tune: The Irish Washerwoman]

Oh, McCormick is dead and McKinley don't know it,
And McKinley is dead and McCormick don't know it,
They're both of them dead,
And dead in their beds,
But neither one knows that the other is dead.

Suggested presentation: while half the audience sings the song, have the other have drone "wang" throughout. Switch parts and do the song a second time.

My Momma Don't Wear No Socks

This song encourages participants to take turns making up their own verses that rhyme [These verses are just samples]. Everyone sings the chorus.

My momma don't wear no socks
I seen where she took them off.
She threw them at her child.
Now her child is really wild.

Chorus:

A Ding-dong, dong, dong, dong
A Ding-dong, dong, dong, dong
A Ding-dong.

... in the fire ... those flames grew higher and higher.
... in the boat ... that boat refused to float.
... in the trees ... grossed out the squirrels and bees.
... in the lake ... that killed off every snake.
... in the house ... that shook up every mouse.
... in the car ... that car did not go far.
... into space ... that ended the human race.
... over the fence ... haven't seen our neighbours since.
... in our tent ... sure wish we had a vent.
... in the sky ... bats and birds refused to fly.
... on the floor ... cockroaches moved in next door.
... in my coke ... it made me gag and choke.
... round the bend ... that means THIS IS THE END.

Noble Captain Kirk

[Tune: Grand Old Duke of York]

The noble Captain Kirk, he had 500 men.
He beamed them up to the Enterprize,
And he beamed down again.

And when they're up, they're up,
And when they're down, they're down,
And when they're only halfway up,
They're nowhere to be found.

Once a Girl Scout Went to Camp

[Tune: Head & Shoulders, Knees & Toes]

Once a Girl Scout went to camp, went to camp
Went to camp without her lamp, without her lamp
And there she saw a spider in her bed, in her bed
This is what the Girl Scout said, Girl Scout said:
'Spider spider, go away, go away,
You are not allowed to stay, allowed to stay.
This is what my worthy leader said,
"No two bodies in one bed, in one bed."'

Once a Boy Scout went to camp, went to camp
Went to camp without his lamp, without his lamp
And there he saw a spider in his bed, in his bed
This is what the Boy Scout said, Boy Scout said:
"Aaaaaauuughhhhhh!"

Old Man

There was an old man who lived by a crick,
And late in the evening he would play with his ...
Banjo in the moonlight with the lady next door,
You could tell by just looking that she was a ...
Decent young lady who laid in the grass,
And when she rolled over you could see her bare ...
Legs in the moonlight; she learned how to knit.
Her boys were out back playing in piles of ...
Cornhusks and taters, which they did quite well,
And if you don't like my story you can go straight to ...
Bed!

Sardines

Every mornin' by the riverside ...Sardines
See the people they are by my side ...Sardines
Every mornin' when I go to the store ...Sardines
See the people they are beggin' for more.

Chorus:

I got sardines on my plate and I don't need no steak
With sardines, hey, and pork and beans, hey,
And sardines, hey, and pork and beans, hey.

I got sardines on a Monday, hey, hey,
On a Tuesday, on a Wednesday, hey, hey,
I got sardines on a Thursday, hey, hey,
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, hey, hey.

Scab Sandwich

A cheer:

Scab sandwich, puss on top,
Monkey vomit, camel snot,
Rabbit eyeballs, dipped in glue,
Yummy Yummy, good for you!

Scout WETspers

Softly falls the rain today
As our campsite floats away
Silently, each Scout should ask
Did I bring my SCUBA mask?
Have I tied my tent flaps down,
Learned to swim so I won't drown,
Have I done, and will I try
Everything to keep me dry?

She Died

She died, She did
She died, of a broken rib, She did
She died, She did
She died, of a broken rib, She did
She did, She died
She died, She did, She did
She died of a broken rib, of a broken rib
She died, She did

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