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If You're Happy
If you're happy and you know it
Clap your hands (clap, clap, clap)
If you're happy and you know it
Clap your hands (clap, clap, clap)
If you're happy and you know it
and you really want to show it
If you're happy and you know it
Clap you're hands (clap, clap, clap)
If your happy and you know it
Scratch your head (eee, eee, eee,) ....
If you're happy and you know it
Shout Amen ("Amen")...
If you're happy and you know it
do all three (Clap, clap, clap)
(eee, eee, eee) (Amen) ....
Quartermaster's Store
There are rats, rats as big as alley cats
In the store, in the store
There are rats, rats, as big as alley cats
At the Quartermaster's store
CHORUS:
My eyes are dim, I can not see
I have not brought my specs with me
Mice....running through the rice
Goats....eating all the oats
Bees....with little knobby knees
Apes....eating all the grapes
Turtles....wearing rubber girdles
Roaches....sleeping in little coaches
Flies....swarming 'round the pies
Fishes....washing all the dishes
Moths....eating through the cloths
Beans....as big as submarines
Gravy....enough to float the navy
Cakes....that give us tummy aches
Eggs...with scaly chicken legs
Butter....running in the gutter
Lard....they sell it by the yard
Bread....with great big lumps like lead
Cheese....that makes you want to sneeze
Soot....they grow it by the foot
Owls....shredding paper towels
Bear....with curlers in its hair
Foxes....stuffed in little boxes
Scouts....eating brussel sprouts
Leaders....slapping at the skeeters.
He Jumped from 40,000 Feet
Sung to the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic
He jumped from 40,000 feet and forgot to pull the
cord,
He jumped from 40,000 feet and forgot to pull the
cord,
He jumped from 40,000 feet and forgot to pull the
cord,
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
Chorus:
Glory, glory, what a heck of a way to die
Glory, glory, what a heck of a way to die
Glory, glory, what a heck of a way to die
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
He was last to leave the cockpit and the first to hit
the ground..
He was last to leave the cockpit and the first to hit
the ground..
He was last to leave the cockpit and the first to hit
the ground..
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
Chorus
He landed on the runway like a blob of strawberry jam.
He landed on the runway like a blob of strawberry jam.
He landed on the runway like a blob of strawberry jam.
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
Chorus
They scraped him off the runway with a silver spoon.
They scraped him off the runway with a silver spoon.
They scraped him off the runway with a silver spoon.
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
Chorus
They sent him home to mother in a little wooden box.
They sent him home to mother in a little wooden box.
They sent him home to mother in a little wooden box.
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
Chorus
His mother didn't want him so she sent him back to us.
His mother didn't want him so she sent him back to us.
His mother didn't want him so she sent him back to us.
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
Alice The Camel
Alice the camel has 10 humps,
Alice the camel has 10 humps,
Alice the camel has 10 humps,
So GO! Alice GO!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.
Continue counting down 9...8...7...6...
until...
Alice the camel has no humps,
Alice the camel has no humps,
Alice the camel has no humps,
'Cause Alice is a HORSE!!!
Ghost Chickens (tune: Ghost Riders in the Sky)
A chicken farmer went out, one dark and dreary day.
He rested by the coop, as he went along his way.
When all at once a rotten egg, hit him in the eye.
It was the sight he dreaded...Ghost chickens in the sky.
Chorus:
Bok, bok, bok, bok
Bok, bok, bok, bok
Ghost chickens in the sky
The farmer had raised chickens since he was 24.
Working for the Colonel for 30 years of more.
Killing all those chickens and sending them to fry.
Now they want revenge...Ghost chickens in the sky.
Chorus:
Bok, bok, bok, bok
Bok, bok, bok, bok
Ghost chickens in the sky
Their feet were black and shiny, their eyes were burning red.
They had no meat or feathers, these chickens were all dead.
They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw.
They cooked him extra crispy...and ate him with coleslaw
Chorus:
Bok, bok, bok, bok
Bok, bok, bok, bok
Ghost chickens in the sky
Row, row, row your boat
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream
Oh You'll never get to heaven
Oh You'll never get to heaven (echo)
In a bottle of gin (echo)
Cause the lord don't let (echo)
No spirits in (echo)
(repeat without echos)
Oh yer never get to heavan in a bottle of gin
because the Lord wont let no spirts in,
I ain't gonna grieve, my lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my lord,
I ain't gonna grieve my lord,
I ain't gonna grieve, my lord no more.
(Other Verses)
On roller skates, cause you'll roll right past them pearly gates,
In a jumbo jet, cause the lord ain't built no run ways yet
In so and so's bra, cause so and so's bra won't stretch that far
In a baked bin tin, cause a baked bin tin's got bake beans in
In a biscuit tin, cause the lord don't let no crummy ones in
In so and so's car, cause so and so's car won't get that far
In a portaloo, cause a portaloo is full of water?
On a Boy Scouts knee, cause a Boy Scout's knee's too knobbly
Sheet of glass, cause a sheet of glass will cut your bottom?
On a ping pong ball, cause a ping pong ball is far too small
On a motor bike, cause half way there you'll have to hike
In a limousine, cause the lord ain't got no gasoline
In a rocking chair, cause the lord don't want no rockers there
In a wicker chair, cause the lord don't want no baskets there
In a girl guides arms, cause the lord don't want no feminine charms
She'll be coming round the mountain
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes,
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes,
She'll be coming round the mountain,
Coming round the mountain,
Coming round the mountain when she comes,
Chorus
Singing Eye-eye-yippy-yippy-eye,
Singing Eye-eye-yippy-yippy-eye,
Singing Eye-eye-yippy-yippy,
Eye-eye-yippy,
Eye-eye-yippy-yippy-eye,
Other Verses
She'll be riding six white horses.......
She'll be wearing pink pyjamas.......
And we'll all go to greet her.......
Red Men
We are the red men tall and quaint
In our feathers and war paint
Pow wow, pow wow
We are the men of the old Dun cow
All of us are red men
Feathers in our head men
Down among the dead men
Pow wow
We dont fight with sticks and stones
Bows and arrows, bricks and bones
Pow wow, pow wow
We are the men of the old Dun cow
All of us are red men
Feathers in our head men
Down among the dead men
Pow wow
Taps
(Sing with reverence. )
Day is done
Gone the sun
From the Lakes
From the hills
From the sky
All is well
Safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky,
Gleaming bright,
From afar,
Drawing nigh,
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
Neath the sky,
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh.
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