Old Mr. Johnson, he had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat that wouldn't leave his home.
He tried and he tried to give the cat away.
He gave it to a farmer who was going far away.
CHORUS:
But the cat came back the very next day.
The cat came back, they thought he was a goner.
But the cat came back, he just couldn't stay away.
The man around the corner said he's shoot the cat on sight.
He loaded up his shotgun with mails and dynamite.
He waited and he waited for the cat to come around.
Ninety-seven pieces of the man were all they found.
CHORUS:
He gave it to a man who was going away out West.
He told the man to give it to the girl he loved the best.
First the train hit the curb, then it jumped the rail.
Not a sound was left to tell the gruesome tale.
CHORUS:
He gave it to a little boy with a ten dollar not.
He told the boy to take the cat out in a boat.
He tied a rope around his neck; it must have weighted ten pounds.
Now they can drag the river for the little boy that drowned.
CHORUS:
The atom bomb fell just the other day
The H-bomb fell in the very same way.
Now old Mr. Johnson laughs with foolish gleam.
Now that darn old yeller cat
Will never bother me.
CHORUS:
This is your Birthday Song
It isn't very long
Hey!!
Oh Happy Birthday, Oh Happy Birthday
There is sadness in the air,
People Dying Every were,
But Happy Birthday, Oh Happy Birthday
Easter Bunny broke his leg
Bled all over the Easter Egg,
But Happy Birthday, Oh Happy Birthday
Santa Claus lost his sleigh
There will be no Christmas Today,
But Happy Birthday, Oh Happy Birthday.
Round the mess hall at Osceola
We'll sip the soup and shovel the beans away,
Way, way
Round the mess hall at Osceola
We'll sip the soup and shovel the beans away,
Sip the soup (response)
Shovel the beans (response)
We will sip the soup and shovel the beans away
Round the shower at Osceola
We'll slip the soap and shovel the dirt away
Round the campfire at Osceola
We'll sing the songs and drive the blues away.
(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 twenty-four.
Working for the Colonel for thirty years or more.
Killing all those chickens and sending them to fry.
Now they wanted revenge.............
Ghost Chickens in the Sky.
CHORUS:
Their feet were black and shiny, their eyes were burning red.
They had no meat or feathers. These chickens all were dead.
They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw.
They cooked him extra crispy...............
and ate him with cold slaw
CHORUS:
John Jacob Jingle-heimer Schmidt,
His name is my name too.
Whenever we go out,
The people always shout!!
John Jacob Jingle-heimer Schmidt!
Da-da-da da-da-da-da.
Tune:"On Wisconsin"
Trail the Eagle,
Trail the Eagle,
Climbing all the time.
First the Star and then the Life
Will on your bosom shine.
Keep climbing!
Blaze the trail and we will follow,
Hark the Eagle's call;
On, brothers, on until we're Eagles all.
Tune: “Twelve Days of Christmas”
by: Troop 138, Crew 621E3, 1998 Trek
On the first day of Philmont the trail gave to me,
A partially dehydrated meal.
On the second day of Philmont the trail gave to me,
Two new blisters,
(Repeat)
Three great pictures,
Four whipped leaders,
Five Pemmican bars-----Yuch!
Six rocks from Baldy,
Seven sore muscles,
Eight rocky trails,
Nine mini-bears,
Ten new trails,
Eleven bombadiers,
Twelve hikers hiking,
