Tuesday, January 3, 2006

Bill

"Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy?
Boom, boom, ain't it great to be nuts like us?
Silly and foolish all day long
Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy?

Weeeeellllll Theeeeeerrrreeee was an old man
And his name was Bill
And he lived at the bottom of a hill
And he never took a bath
And he never will
So come on gang
Let's spit on Bill!

Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy?
Boom, boom, ain't it great to be nuts like us?
Silly and foolish all day long
Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy?"


Ah, old 4-H camp songs. Once they're in your head they never really leave. But, be forewarned if you teach them to your children. Your husband will get upset and go on and on about why in the world you would sing, let along teach to impressionable youngsters, such a deplorable and detestable thing. (Nevermind that HE teaches them how to get the best burp sound and how to make the loudest armpit farts.)


"Catalina Matalina Whoopastalla Whopastalla Hokumpokumpokum was her name.
She had to lips as big as weiners, used 'em on the floor for vacuum cleaners..."
(Mom, we have you to thank for this one. The hours of silly enjoyment it provided for a mother and her children a couple decades ago has translated to hours more of silly enjoyment as one of those children is now a mother with her own kids to entertain!)
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Susie said...

Oh I have plenty of these to entertain the girls on rainy days... what's the one you know with "rattle rattle, honk, beep beep?" I always forget that one...

How about this one:

"You can't ride in my little red wagon, front seats broken and the axles draggin'...
Chugga, chugga, chugga chugga chugga."

So fun!