The Banjo Song

I u-lu-lu-sed to pla-lay-lay on my-ly-ly banjo-lo-lo
But my-ly-ly banjo-lo-lo got bro-lo-lo-lo-lo-ke
I too-loo-loo-k it to-lo-lo a ba-la-la-njo sho-lo-lo-p
But the ba-la-la-njo sho-lo-lo-p was clo-lo-lo-lo-lo-sed

I too-loo-loo-k it to-lo-lo ano-lo-lo-ther sho-lo-lo-p
To see-lee-lee what they-ley-ley could do-lo-lo-lo-lo
They fi-li-li-xed the stri-li-li-ngs on my-ly-ly banjo-lo-lo
And now-low-low it's goo-loo-loo-d as new-lew-lew-lew-lew

Translation:
I used to play on my banjo but my banjo got broke
I took it to a banjo shop but the banjo shop was closed
I took it to another shop to see what they could do
They fixed the strings on my banjo and now it's good as new

Red Pajamas

I wear my red pajamas in the summer when it’s hot
And I wear my woolen undies in the winter when it’s not.
And sometimes in the springtime,
And sometimes in the fall,
I jump right in the covers with nothing on at all!

That's the way they do it in Utah, Arizona and Nevada,
California and Hawaii, out west in region twelve.

Glory glory what's it to ya!
Glory glory what's it to ya!
Glory glory what's it to ya!
If I jump right in the covers with nothing on at all.

All bare!
And naked, too.

Bedbugs and the Skeeters

I woke up just this morning
And there upon my wall
The bedbugs and the skeeters
Were playing a game of ball

The score was nineteen twenty
The skeeters were ahead
The bedbugs hit a home run
And knocked me out of bed

Singing eenie meenie miney moe
Catch a bedbug bedbug by his toe
And if he hollers, hollers, hollers
Let him go
Singing eenie, meenie and a miney moe.

Thinkin'

Thinkin' about camping, camping, camping, camping,
Thinkin' about camping, camping, camping, camping,
Thinkin' about camping in a song
Tell it to the people as we pass them along
and say, "Hey, you! Hey dude!
Let's go to Quien Sabe!"
Do do do do waaaa
do do do do waaaa

Repeat the song changing the word camping to whatever the child chooses that reminds them of camp.

Do your eyeballs droop?

Do your eyeballs droop?
Do they wobble in your soup?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a loop?
Can you throw them over your shoulder like a continental soldier?
Do your eyeballs droop?

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do your ears hang low?

Do they wobble to and fro?

Can you tie them in a knot?

Can you tie them in a bow?

Can you throw them over your shoulder,

Like a continental soldier?

Do your ears hang low?

Johnny Rebeck

On a street in Baltimore
There used to live a man
His name was Mr. Johnny Rebeck
And oh how he could plan
He had a lot of cats and dogs
He had some chickens too
So Johnny Rebeck he made a machine
And ground them all to stew

Oh Johnny Rebeck, Oh Johnny Rebeck
How could you be so mean
We told you you'd be sorry
For inventing that machine
Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs
Will never more be seen
They've all been ground to sausages
In Johnny Rebeck's machine

One day a boy came walking,
a-walking in the store
He bought a pound of sausages
And layed them on the floor
He whistled out a merry tune
He whistled out a tune
And all the little sausages,
Went dancing around the room!

Oh Johnny Rebeck, Oh Johnny Rebeck
How could you be so mean
We told you you'd be sorry
For inventing that machine
Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs
Will never more be seen
They've all been ground to sausages
In Johnny Rebeck's machine

One day the darn thing broke down,
The darn thing wouldn't go
So Johnny Rebeck stuck in his neck
To see what made it so
His wife was having nightmares
And walking in her sleep
She gave the crank a heck of a yank
And Johnny Rebeck was meat

Oh Johnny Rebeck, Oh Johnny Rebeck
How could you be so mean
We told you you'd be sorry
For inventing that machine
Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs
Will never more be seen
They've all been ground to sausages
In Johnny Rebeck's machine