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camp songs and here are some...
Tune: What Shall We Do With a Drunken Sailor?
Wind over port and the sails a' flyin';
Gulls overhead, you can hear 'em cryin';
Rolling waves as the bow arises;
Skipper man your tiller.
Chorus:
Feed, hoist, up the sails go.
Feed, hoist, up the sails go.
Feed, hoist, up the sails go,
As we're sailing onward.
Wind, wind fill our sails;
We'll hike out in your gales.
Jib set, the crew is ready;
Skipper, man your tiller.
Chorus:
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Three Fishermen
There were three jolly fish-er-men
There were three jolly fish-er-men
Fisher fisher men men men)
Fisher fisher men men men
There were three jolly fish-er-men
The first one's name was I-I-saac
The first one's name was I-I-saac
I-I-saac saac saac
I-I-saac saac saac
The first one's name was I-I-saac
The second one was Ja-a-cob
The second one was Ja-a-cob
Ja-a-cob cob cob
Ja-a-cob cob cob
The second one was Ja-a-cob
The third one's name was A-bra-ham
The third one's name was A-bra-ham
A-bra A-bra ham ham ham
A-bra A-bra ham ham ham
The third one's name was A-bra-ham
They all went down to Am-ster-(shh)
They all went down to Am-ster-(shh)
Am-ster Amster (shh) (shh) (shh)
Am-ster Amster (shh) (shh) (shh)
They all went down to Am-ster-(shh)
I must not say that naugh-ty word
I must not say that naugh-ty word
Naugh-ty naugh-ty word word word
Naugh-ty naugh-ty word word word
I must not say that naugh-ty word
I'm goin' to say it an-y-how
I'm goin' to say it an-y-how
An-y an-y how how how
An-y an-y how how how
I'm goin' to say it an-y-how
They all went down to Am-ster-dam*
They all went down to Am-ster-dam
Am-ster Am-ster dam dam dam
Am-ster Am-ster dam dam dam
They all went down to Am-ster-dam
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The Cannibal King
Oh, the Cannibal King with the big nose ring
Fell in love with the dusting maid,
And every night, in the pale moon light,
It sounded like this to me:
Aaroomp! *kiss* *kiss*
Aaroomp! *kiss* *kiss*
Aaroomp-ba-de-ah-de-aa,
Aaroomp! *kiss* *kiss*
Aaroomp! *kiss* *kiss*
Aaroomp-ba-de-ah-de-aa.
In years to come they married
And raised a family
And every night, in the pale moon light,
It sounded like this to me:
Aaroomp! "Ma Ma!"
Aaroomp! "Pa Pa!"
Aaroomp-ba-de-ah-de-aa,
Aaroomp! "Ma Ma!"
Aaroomp! "Pa Pa!"
Aaroomp-ba-de-ah-de-aa.
(melody changes, barbershop trio style)
We'll build a bungalo
Big enough for two
Big enough for two, my honey
Big enough for two
And when we're married
Happy we'll be
Under the bamboo
Underneath the bamboo tree.
If you'll M-I-N-E mine
I'll be T-H-I-N-E thine
And I'll L-O-V-E love you
All the T-I-M-E time
You are the B-E-S-T best
Of all the R-E-S-T rest
And I'll L-O-V-E love you
All the T-I-M-E time
Rack-em-up, stack-em-up, any old way
(to Shave and a Haircut) Match in the gas tank
Boom! Boom!
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National Embalming School
(Sung to the tune of O, Tannenbaum - mostly)
We live for you, we die for you,
National Embalming School.
We do our best to give you rest,
National Embalming School.
And when you die we dig a whole
And slip you in to turn to mold.
We live for you, We die for you,
National Embalming School.
(Music for the bridge is ad-libbed)
Cut the gut and have a drink.
There's got to be a reason.
Golly how the body stinks,
It must be out of season.
(This next part of the bridge is sung to A Hunting We Will Go)
Postmortem! Postmortem! Postmortem!
Autopsy we must have!
Postmortem! Postmortem! Postmortem!
Autopsy we must have!
(Close with refrain
We live for you, We die for you,
National Embalming School.
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Each line is repeated , adding the next (like the way 12 days of Christmas is done, not that tune.)
one hen -
two ducks -
three squawking geese -
four limerick oysters -
five porpoirly porpoises -
six pair of dona verses tweezers
(boldly) seven thousand macedonians in full battle array
eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt -
nine apathetic, sympathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates, with a
marked propensity toward procrastination and sloth-
ten lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep, who stall around the
qwai of the quo at the quay all at the very same time.
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Sung to the tune of Four Leaf Clover
I'm looking over my dead dog Rover
That I overran with the mower;
One leg is missing, the other is gone.
The third leg is scattered all over the lawn.
I'm not complaining,
But the one remaining
Is lying on the livin' room floor.
Oh, I'm looking over my dead dog Rover
That I overran with the mower.
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Verse:
Froggy went acourtin' and he did ride.
Rink-tum-buddy-michicombo
Sword and buckler by his side
Rink-tum-buddy-michicombo
Chorus:
Kime-buh-near-oh down to Cairo, Kime-buh-near-oh Cairo
Straddaladda ladda bobba ladda bobba rinktum
Rink tum buddy michi combo.
Verse:
Rode up to Miss Mousie's door
Rink tum buddy michi combo
Been there many times before
Rinktum buddy michi combo
The Old Family Toothbrush
(Tune of The Old Oaken Bucket)
The old family toothbrush
The old family toothbrush
The old family toothbrush
That hung by the sink.
First it was father's,
Then it was mother's,
Now it is sister's,
And soon 'twill be mine!
Father abused it,
Mother misused it,
Sister refused it,
And now it is mine!
First it was yellow,
Then it was purple,
Now it is green
And all covered with slime (gagging as sung and dying out)...
, so a well known melody will help.
