Songs

So, I haven't blogged in like, forever. Forgive me.

I'm sitting here at work, 3:30am, thinking about all the songs I used to sing in the car with my grandparents. We sang basically to keep my mind off the fact that I was car sick. I only got car sick when I drove with my grandparents. I never understood why. In retrospect, it was because my grandfather knew 2 speeds. Stop and Go. No gradual accelleration it was stomp on the gasa then stomp on the brake... but I digress.

Songs...

there were many... See if any of these ring a bell...


I know a little Pussy, Her coat is silver grey,
She Lives Down in the Meadow, Not very far away,
She'll always be a pussy, she'll never be a cat,
'cause she's a pussy willow, now what do you think of that?

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The Harlem Goat, was feeling fine,
Ate three red shirts, right off the line.
I grabbed a stick, gave him a wack,
and tied him to, the railroad track.
The whistle blew, the train drew nigh,
the Harlem goat, was doomed to die.
He gave three grunts, in awful pain,
Coughed up the shirts, and flagged the train.

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It ain't gonna rain no more, no more,
it ain't gonna rain no more,
How in the heck can I wash my neck,
if it ain't gonna rain no more.

A peanut sat on a railroad track,
his heart was all a flutter.
The 9:15 came rolling by,
Toot Toot, peanutbutter.

Oh, It ain't gonna rain no more, no more,
it ain't gonna rain no more,
How in the hell can the old folks tell
that it ain't gonna rain no more.

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Said a thousand legged worm, as he gave a little squirm,
"has anybody seen that leg of mine?
If it can't be found, I'll have to hop around,
on the other nine hundred and ninty nine."

Hop around, hop around on the other nine hundred and ninty nine,
if it can't be found I'll have to hop around
on the other nine hundred and ninty nine.

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The littlest worm
You ever saw,
got stuck inside,
my soda straw.

He said to me,
"don't take a sip,
for if you do,
I'll surely slip."

I took a sip,
and he went down,
right through my pipes,
he must have drowned.

He was my pal,
he was my friend,
but now he's gone,
this is the end.

The moral of,
this little tale,
if you see a worm,
please don't inhale.

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L - O - Double L - I - P - O - P spells loppipop.
It's the very bestest kind of candy,
the man who made it must be dandy,
L - O - Double L - I - P - O - P you see,
it's a lick on a stick gauranteed to make you sick,
and it's lollipop for me.