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Gross, Gruesome, & Goofy Songs

Aug. 6, 2,000

Song Titles:

Many of the songs on this page are my origional lyrics, and they are copyrighted. They are here for your use and enjoyment, and may be reproduced, as longs no changes are made and proper credit is given. Please copy this paragraph along with the lyrics when you make copies of them, and you are welcome to pass them along to other Den Leaders or youth leaders. Thank you, Clare Mansfield

Sneakers
(Tune: "Auld Lang Syne")

Should old worn sneakers be thrown out;
Or stink upon a shelf?
Should holey, moldy, gym socks walk
To the washer by themselves?
My smelly shoes, so torn and rank;
How comf'table to me!
My gym socks match them perfectly;
Let's my piggies wiggle free!
(Lyrics copyrighted 1994 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Worms And Spiders
(Tune: "Frere Jacques")

Worms and spiders; worms and spiders;
Creep and crawl; creep and crawl.
Keep 'em in my pockets; keep 'em in my pockets.
(Spoken)OOOPS!!!
Squashed them all; squashed them all!
(Motions to this song: Worms-palms together, wiggle hands and arms
Spiders-linl thumbs together and wiggle other 8 fingers
Creep-palms togethr, slide one arm forward
Crawl-push don one palm, then the other
Keep 'em in my pockest-put hands one at a time in pockets
Squashed them all-pull hands out one at a time, shaking them like trying to shake goo off)

(Lyrics copyrighted 1994 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Skunk!
(Tune: "Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight")

1,2,3, A skunk is chasing me!
4,5,6, I'm running out of tricks!
7,8,9, He's getting closer all the time;
A foul concoction, he's spraying on me!

9,8,7, I sure stink like high heavens!
6,5,4, He's spraying me some more!
3,2,1, This stench I can't out run;
Oh, what a camp out, this turned out to be!
(Lyrics copyrighted 1995 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Chasing Raccoons
(Tune: "I'm A Yankee Doodle Dandy")

I am always chasing raccoons, that sneak into my tent at night.
I bought those candy bars for only me-I won't give'em without a fight!
I don't begrudge them their exsistence; I'd gladly give them half my lunch.
That dried up hot dog they can have-better them than me!
Oh, leave me my chocolate Nestle's Crunch!

Now, the raccoons are all rabid, and I don't mean they hop around.
I came across a cute one yesterday, convulsing all over the ground.
Are all those critters eating marshmallows, or are they foaming at the mouth?
Their rotting corpses dot the ground; the maggots have a feast.
Excuse me, I think I'm gonna ralph!
(Lyrics copyrighted 1996-1997 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

(Note: These two verses were writte a year apart, the second one inspired and requested as an addition after an outbreak of raccoon rabies)

Bug Juice
(Tune: Auld Lang Syne")

A slimy, slip'ry, slith'rin' bug
Went creeping up mom's mug.
It swam and floated like a boat
In one gulp down mother's throat.
She choked and coughed and turned bright blue-
Oh, what a lovely hue!
She screamed and raised an awful stink-
Now she'll look before she drinks!
(Lyrics copyrighted 1994 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

King Of The Load
(Tune: "King Of The Road")

Pony for sale or rent;
One leg's gone and his tail is bent.
Can't take him out of state;
Too fat and got a rotten gait.
No shoes, saddle, bridle or bit.
He can't stand, but he sure can sit.
He's a horse, of course, but no prize;
He ain't got no eyes.
Knows every clover patch on ev'ry hill.
Won't leave until he gets his fill.
He's a good candidate for the glue factory.
Please, Mister won't uou buy him from me?
I sing...Pony for sale or rent;
One leg's gone and his tail is bent.
Can't take him out of state;
Too fat and got a rotten gait,
He's the King of the Load...
He's the King of the Load...
He's the King of the Load.
(Found on the Internet attributed to Fredi Stewart)

My Dead Dog Rover
(Tune: "I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover")

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover;
That I overran with the mow'r.
One leg is missing, another half gone;
One leg is scattered all over the lawn.
There's no explaining, the one remaining;
It's covered with blood and gore.
Oh, I'm looking over my dead dog Rover
That I overran with the mow'r.

What Have You There?
(Tune: "Billy Boy")

Oh, what have you there? A slimy worm? A warty Toad?
Oh, are you going to share, fellow Cub Scout?
I like lots of stuff that's gross; here's some fungus; moldy toast;
Dump your pockets, we'll see who has the most!

Oh, what's on your arm? Poison Ivy? 'Squito bites?
Betcha my rash is bigger, fellow Cub Scout!
Let's compare our scars and scabs; we'll sit for hours here and gab;
Life in Cub Scouts is anything but drab!
(Lyrics copyrighted 1994 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Muddy Buddies
(Tune: "Turkey In The Straw")

Oh, I love the feel of squishymud between my wiggling toes.
Sinking in up to my knees; sloshing up to my elbows.
And then, oh, what the heck, let me in up to my neck;
If my mom can recognise me; I ain't muddy enough yet!
(Lyrics copyrighted 1994 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Why?
(Tune: "Tell Me Why?")

Tell me why a spider weaves
Glorious creations in corners and eaves?
Tell me why on cleaning day
My mom just whisks those creations away?

Tell me why a mousie squeaks?
And nibbles cheese, so timid and meek?
Tell me why my mom jumps on the chair
And yells to get my cute mouse outta there?

Tell me why a snake is sleek?
It fascinates me week after week.
Tell me why my mom screams and shouts
And makes me turn my poor garter snake out?

Since God made the spider weave;
Since God made the mousie squeak;
Since God made the snake so sleek;
Why does my mom always seem to freak?
(Lyrics copyrighted 1994 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Why Redoux
(Tune: "Tell Me Why?")

Tell me why I always ask why?
Tell me why my daddy sighs?
Tell me why my mom wans to cry?
I don't know why, so, I'll keep asking why
(Lyrics copyrighted 1994 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Yukon Pete
(Tune: Turkey In The Straw")

Yukon Pete has large and stinky feet.
'Cause he never washed his socks
They smelled like decaying lox.
And his parka is real grungy
kinda moldy, kinda spongy.
Oh, Yukon Pete, kind of guy you'd like to meet.

Yukon Pete lives on greasy blubber meat.
Lives in freezing muck and mire
'Cause he doesn't have a fire.
'Cause the weather is so frigid
All the flames were cold and rigid.
Oh, Yukon Pete, kind of guy you'd like to meet.

Yukon Pete, not too grouchy, not too sweet.
Spends his nights a-fighting cold;
Spends his days a-hunting gold.
And his mule's prepared to lug it
If he ever finds a nugget.
Oh, Yukon Pete, kind of guy you'd like to meet.
(Lyrics copyrighted 1993 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Chewy, Chewy
(Tune: "Baa, Baa, Black Sheep")

Chewy, chewy, bar-b-que;
Tough and stringy, thru and thru.
Give me catsup, pepper too;
Typical Scout camper's stew.
Stomach churning like the flu;
Where's my other hiking shoe?
(Note: This song can be sung as a three part round)
(Lyrics copyrighted 1995 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Ghost Chickens
(Tune: "Ghost Riders In The Sky" This song should be sung in a very somber fashion)

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 a 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 want their revenge---Ghost Chickens in the sky!

Chorus:

Their beaks were black and shiny; their eyes were burning red.
They had no meat or feathers, those chickens were all dead.
They picked up the farmer and he died by the claw.
They cooked him extra crispy---and ate him with cole slaw!

Chorus:

(Note: This is a song I WISH I had written. It has reached cult status in our area. Whenever I lead this song, I always preface it by announcing that this is a song that is due great respect and reverence as it is said to be based on a true and somber event. It's fun to watch anyone present who has never heard the song before as they try to keep a solemn expression until they realize that you were just pulling their leg. :-)

Gory, Gory (Last One Out Of The Airplane)
(Tune: "Battle Hymn Of The Republic")

Last one out of the airplane, and the first one on the ground.
Last one out of the airplane, and the first one on the ground.
Last one out of the airplane, and the first one on the ground.
And, he ain't gonna jump no more (NO MORE!)

Chorus: Gory, gory, what a heck of a way to die.
Gory, gory, what a heck of a way to die.
Gory, gory, what a heck of a way to die.
And, he ain't gonna jump no more, (NO MORE!)

He jumped at forty thousand feet and never pulled the cord. (etc)
Chorus

He landed on the highway like a blob of strawberry jam. (etc.)
Chorus

They scraped him off the runway with a sterling silver spoon. (etc.)
Chorus

They send him home to mother on a hunk of moldy bread. )etc.)
Chorus

His mother wasn't home, so they slipped him ,neath the door. (etc.)
Chorus

His mother didn't want him, so she sent him back to us. (etc.)
Chorus

(Note: This is just one of many versions of this song)

Three Myopic Rodents
(Tune: "Three Blind Mice" of course!)

Three myopic rodents, three myopic rodents.
Observe how they perambulate. observe how they perambulate.
The all circumnavigated the agriculturist's spouse, they all circumnavigated the agriculturist's spouse.
She excised their extremities with a carving utensil.
Did you ever regard such an occurrence in your exsistence
As three myopic rodents?

Mules/We're Here
(Tune: "Auld Lang Syne")

On mules we find 2 legs behind, and 2 we find before.
We stand behind, before we find, what the 2 behind be for.
When we're behind the 2 behind, we find what they be for.
So stand before the 2 behind, behind the 2 before.

We're here because we're here, because we're here.
We're here because we're here, because we're here.
We're here because we're here, because we're here.
We're here because we're here, because we're here.

Boa Constrictor
(Tune: "Battle Hymn Of The Republic")

I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor.
I'm being swallowed by a boa constictor.
I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor.
And I don't like it one little bit!
(Spoken) Oh, no, he's got my toe! oh, gee, he's up to my knee!
Oh, my, he's up to my thigh!
Oh, fiddle, he's up to my middle.
Oh, heck, he's up to my neck.
oh, dread, he's got my head!
(Repeat 1st four lines)
GULP!!!

Jaws
(Tune: "Do-Re-Mi")

JAWS: A mouth, a great big mouth.
TEETH: The things that kinda crunch.
US: His favorite juicy lunch.
BLOOD: That turns the ocean red.
CHOMP: That means the shark's been fed.
GULP: That will bring us back to
JAWS! JAWS! JAWS! JAWS!

Rabbit Ain't Got
(Tune: "Mary Had A Little Lamb")

Rabbit ain't got no tail at all;
Tail at all; tail at all.
Rabbit ain't got no tail at all,
Just a powder puff!
(Spoken) A little bit louder, and a little bit worse!
(Repeat song getting faster and louder 3x)

Mom, Wash My Underware
(Tune: "God Bless America")

Mom, wash my underware; my only pair.
We can find them, and move them,
From the heap by the side of the chair.
To the washer, to the clothes line,
To my backpack, to my rear.
Mom, wash my underware, my only pair.
Mom wash my underware, my ony pair
(Lyrics by Chuck Bramlet, GCC)

Beans
(Tune: "Blue Tail Fly")

A cowboy's work is never done
Out there in that blazing sun.
Work from dawn to late at night
In boots that've grown a bit too tight.
Chorus:
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch,
Beans for dinner, beans for brunch,
Cowboy grub will fill you fast
With gallons of exploding gas!

Across the range a cowboy rides
A stallion taking graceful strides.
Race hours oe'r that bumpy trail;
Got bruises on my aching tail.
Chorus

Driving herd is fearsome work
A true cowboy would never shirk.
Lassoing doggies to place my brand;
Got tangled in my rope again.
Chorus

(Lyrics copyrighted 2,000 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Road Kill Stew
(Tune: "Three Blind Mice")

Road kill stew, road kill stew.
Tastes so good, just like it should.
First you go down to the interstate.
You wait for the critter to meet it's fate.
You take it home and you make it great.
Road kill stew, road kill stew.
(Lyrics by Chuck Bramlet. GCC)

Peanut Butter And Jelly

First ya find the peanuts and ya dig 'em
Ya dig 'em, dig 'em
Then you take the peanuts and ya smash 'em
Ya smash 'em, smash 'em
Then you take the butter and ya spead it,
Ya spead it, spread it.
Peanut, peanut butter, and jelly!
Peanut, peanut butter, and jelly!

Then ya find the grapes and ya pick 'em
Ya pick 'em, pick 'em.
Then you take the grapes and ya smash 'em
Ya smash 'em. smash 'em
Then you take the jelly and ya spread it,
Ya spread it, spread it.
Peanut, peanut butter, and jelly!
Peanut, peanut butter, and jelly!

Then ya take the pieces and ya smash 'em
Ya smash 'em. smash 'em.
Then you take the braed and ya fold it
Ya fold it, fold it
Then you take the sandwich and ya munch it
Ya munch it, munch it,
(Mumble)Peanut, peanut butter, and jelly!
Peanut, peanut butter and jelly!

Pizza Hut

A Pizza Hut, a Pizza Hut,
Kentucky Fried Chicken, and a Pizza Hut.
A Pizza Hut, a Pizza Hut,
Kentucky Fried Chicken, and a Pizza Hut,
MacDonald's, MacDonald's
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut,
MacDonald's, MacDonald's
Kentucky Fried chicken and a Pizza Hut.

A Burger King, A Burger King
Long John Silver's and a Burger King (Repeat 1st 2 lines)
Red Lobster, Red Lobster
Long John Siver's and a Burger King (Repeat 2nd 2 lines)

A Dairy Queen, a Dairy Queen
Chucky Cheese and a Dairy Queen (Repeat 1st 2 lines)
Roy Rogers, Roy Rogers,
Chucky Cheese and a Dairy Queen. (Repeat 2nd 2 lines)

Motions:
Pizza Hut-Make shape of hut in air.
Kentucky Fried Chicken-Flap elbows like a bird
MacDonald's-Make arches in air
Burger King-Make crown on head w/fingers
Long John Silver-Mimic sword play
Red Lobster-Open and close hands like claws
Dairy Queen-Mimic milking cow
Chucky Cheese-Mimic throwing up a pizza
Roy Rogers-Mimic riding horse

Quartermaster's Store

There are rats, rats, rats, as big as alley cats
In the store, in the store,
There are rats, rats, rats, as big as alley cats
In The Quartermaster's Store.

Chorus:
My eyes are dim, I can not see
I have not brought my specks with me.
I have not brought my specks with me.

Mice...running thru the rice
Snakes...as big as garden rakes
Beans...as big a submarines
Gravy...enough to float the navy
Cakes...that give is 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...hey grow it by the foot
Goats...eating all the oats
Bees...with little knobby knees
Owls...shredding paper towels
Apes...eating all the grapes
Turtles...wearing rubber girdles
Bears...with curlers in their hais
Buffaloes...with hair between their toes
Foxes...stuffed in little boxes
Coke...enough to make you choke
Pepsi...that gives you apoplexy
Roaches...sleeping in the coaches
Flies...swarming 'round the pies
Fishes...washing all the dishes
Moths...eathing all the cloths
Scouts...eating Brussel sprours
Leaders...slapping at the skeeters
Etc...as long as far as you imagination takes you.

Gimme Bugs
(Tune: "Don't Fence Me In")

Oh, gimme bugs, lots of bugs, slimy, creep'n crawly bugs
To fill my box.
Let 'em squirm, let 'em buzz, let 'em slither up my arm
And in my socks.
Wiggle here, wiggle there, in and out among my hair-
I itch and scratch.
Moths and worms, ants and slugs, stinkbugs, crickets, flies and fleas-
Got a stellar catch!
(Lyrics copyrighted 1996 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Itchy, Itchy
(Tune: "Shimmy, Shimmy, Ko-Ko-Bop")

Itchy, itchy, scratch and twitch;
Got that poison Ivy ick.
Bumpy, lumpy, swollen legs;
Give me lotion, plese I beg.
Red and oozing, gooky crud;
Leaf ident'fication dud.
Help me bathe in calamine,
Try this hike another time
WHOA!
[Repeat entire song once except for Whoa. Instead,econd time yell "OH SCRATCH!]
(Lyrics copyrighted 1994 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)

Nobody Likes Me

Nobody likes me; everybody hates me;
Guess I'll go eat worms.
Chorus: Long, thin, slimy ones; short fat juicy ones;
itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms.

First you get a bucket; then you get a shovel;
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.
Chorus

Next, you pull their heads off, then you suck their guts out;
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.
Chorus

Down goes the first one, down goes the second one;
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.
Chorus

Up comes the first one; up comes the second one;
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.
Chorus

Everybody likes me; nobody hates me!
Why did I eat all those worms?
Chorus

Chop up their heads, and squeeze out their juice,
And throw their tails away.
Nobody know how I can survive
On worms three times a day!

The Hearse Song

Did you ever think, as the hearse rolls by,
That sooner or later you're gonna die?
They'll wrap you up in a clean white sheet
And put you down about six foot deep.

And all goes well for about a week;
And then your coffin begins to leak.
The wroms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout.

They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
They eat your clothes, they eat your hat
They crawl in skinny and crawl out fat.

Then you turn a disgusting green
Your skin as slimy as whipping cream
So next time you see a hearse go by
Watch out!(pause)
You may be the next (pause)
To (pause)
Die!

You Gotta Have Skin
(Tune: "You Gotta Have Heart")

Chorus:
You gotta have skin,
All you really need is skin.
Skin's the things that if you got it outside
It keeps you insides in,
Oh, you gotta have skin.

It hangs on your nose
And it wraps around your toes
And inside it you put lemon meringue
And outside you hand your clothes

Skin is what you feel at home in (oooo-ah-ooo)
And without it further more (ooo-ah-ooo)
Both your liver and ab-do-men (oooo-ah-ooo)
Would be lying on the floor (Not to mention your intestines!)
Chorus

(Found on Internet attributed to Tommie Sue Wooley)

National Emablming School
(Tune: starts with "O Tannenbaum"; watch for changes)

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'll dig a hole,
And bury you, so deep and cold
We live for you, we die for you,
National Embalming School
(Tune changes to: "A-Hunting We Will Go:)
Post motem, post mortem, post mortem,
Autopsy we must have.
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem,
Autopsy we must have.
(Tunes changes to: "Sidewalks Of New York")
Cut! Slash! Gash! Bleed!
We must know the reason.
Glory how the body stinks;
It must be out of season!
(Finish with: "O Tannenbaum")
We live for you, we die for you,
National Embalming School.

Baby Bumblebee

(cup hands like carring a bee)
I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee.
Won't my mommy be so proud of me.
'Cause I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee;
(Spoken) Ouch! He stung me! (shake hand)

(Rub palms together)
I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee.
Won't my mommy be so proud of me.
'Cause I'm squishing up a baby bumblebee
(Spoken) Ewww! Yucky! (look at hands) (Wipe hans on pants)
I'm wiping off the baby bumblebee.
Won't my mommy be so proud of me.
"Cause I'm wiping off the baby bumblebee
(Spoken) Now my mommy won't be mad at me! (hold hands up to show they are clean)

Scout Wetspers
(Tune: "O Tannenbaum")

Softly falls the rain today
As our campfire floats away.
Silently each scout should ask
"Did I bring my SCUBA mask?
Have I tied my tent flaps down?
Learned to swim, so I won't drown?
Have I done and will I try
Everything to keep me dry?"
(Lyrics by Chuck Bramlet, GCC)

Do Your Ears Hang Low
(Note: This is the way I learned this song-the second verse is sung to a different tune than the first)

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 o'er your shoulder, like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang lo-o-ow?

Oh, I'm a hayseed; my hair is seaweed.
And my ears are made of leather and they flap in windy weather.
Gosh, oh hemlock; tough as a pine knot,
Oh, I'm a Cub Scout can't you see; double-e!

Song Of The States

What did Della ware, boys, what did Della ware?
What did Della ware, boys, what did Della ware?
What did Della ware, boys, what did Della ware?
I ask you now as a personal friend, what did Della ware?

She wore her New Jersey, boys, she wore her New Jersey (3x)
I'm telling you now as a personal friend, she wore her New Jersey.

How did Flori-die, boys...Etc.
She died in Missouri...etc.

What did Io-way...etc.
She weighed a Washing-ton...etc.

What Ida-ho...etc.
She hoed her Mary-land...etc.

How did Wiscon-sin...etc.
She stole a New-bras-key...etc.

What did Tennis-see...etc.
She saw what Arkans-saw...etc.

Where has Orie-gon...etc.
She's taking Okla-home...etc.

What did Massa-chew...etc.
She chewed her Connecti-cud...etc.

What did Missi-sip...etc.
She sipped her Mini-soda...etc.

What did Ohi-owe...etc.
She owed her stated Texas...etc.

Why did Cali-fone...
She called to say Hawaii...etc.

Tarzan Of The Apes
(Tune: "Battle Hymn Of The Republic")

I like bananas, coconuts and grapes.
I like bananas, coconuts and grapes.
I like bananas, coconuts and grapes;
That's why they call me: (shouted while pounding fists on chest) Tarzan Of The Apes!

Greasy, Grimy, Gopher Guts
(Tune: "The Old Grey Mare")

Great gree, gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts;
Mutilated monkey meat; little birdie's dirty feet.
Greta greean gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts;
And, I forgot my spoon
(Spoken) But I got a straw!

Found A Peanut

Found a peanut; found a peanut;
Found a peanut last night.
Last night I found a peanut;
Found a peaunt last night.

Cracked it open. (etc.)

It was rotten, (etc.)

Ate it anyway, (etc.)

Got a tummy ache, (etc.)

Called the doctor, (etc.)

Operation, (etc.)

Died anyway, (etc.)

Went to heaven, (etc.)

Wouldn't take me, (etc.)

Went the other way, (etc.)

Didn't want me, (etc.)

Woke up, (etc.)

It wa a dream, (etc.)

Found a peanut, (etc.)

Boom-Boom

Way up north in the ice and snow,
There lived a penguin, name of Joe.
He got so tired of black and white
He wore polka dots to the dance last night.
Chorus: Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy?
Boom, boom, ain't ti great to be crazy?
Silly and foolish the whole day through,
Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy?

A horse and flea and three blind mice
Sat on a tombstone eating rice.
The horse, he slipped and fell on the flea
"Whoops" said the flea, "There's a horse on me!"
Chorus

Way down south where the cotton grows,
A cockroach stepped on an elephant's toes.
The elephant said with tears in his eyes,
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
Chorus

I love myself; I think I'm grand
When I go to the movies I hold my hand.
I put my arm around my waist,
And, when I get fresh, I slap my face.
Chorus

I call myself on the telephone
Just to hear my musicla tone.
I ask myself for a heavy date
And I pick myself up at half-past eight.
Chorus

Tom The Toad
(Tune: "O Tannenbaum")

Oh, Tom the Toad, oh Tom the Toad,
Why do you lie ther on the road?
Oh, Tom the Toad, oh, Tom the Toad,
Why do you lie there on the road?
Didn't you see that light turn red?
Now there are tracks across your head.
Oh, Tom the Toad, oh Tom the Toad,
Why do you lie there on the road?

Oh, Tom the Toad, oh Tom the Toad,
Why did you jump into the road? (repeat 1st two lines)
You were so big and green and fat,
But, now you're small and red and flat.
Oh, Tom the Toad, Oh Tom The Toad,
Why did you jump into the road?

Oh, Tom the Toad, oh, Tom the Toad,
Why did you leap upon the road? (repeat 1st two lines)
You did not see that car ahead,
And you were flattened by the tread.
(repeat 1st two lines)

Oh, Tom the Toad, oh Tom the Toad,
Why are you splatted on the road>(repeat 1st two lines)
You thought you'd beat that bus across,
Now you look like a pile of moss.
(repeat 1st two lines)
(Note: There are almost as many versions of this song as there are scouters!)

Announcements
(Varois tunes are used for different parts. all or part of this song can be used as needed)

(Tune: "The Farmer In The Dell")
Announcements, announcements, announcements!
A horrible way to die; a horrible way to die;
A horrible way to be talked to death;
A horrible way to die.

We sold our cow; we sold our cow;
We have no need for your bull now.

(Tune: "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow")
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo....
Pile it up in the corner,
Pile it up in the corner,
Pile it up in the corner,
It makes the flowers grow!
It makes the flowers grow,
It makes the flowers grow,
So, pile it up in the corner,
Pile it up in the corner,
Pile it up in the cornerrrrrrrrrr...
It makes the flowers grow!

(Tune: "Did You Ever See A Lassie")
Have you ever seen a windbag, a windbag, a windbag?
Have you ever seen a windbag; well, here's one right now.
Blows this way and that way.
And, this way and that way.
Have you ever seen a windbag; well here's one right now!

(Tune: "Mary Had A Little Lamb")
Keep announcements short and sweet;
Short and sweet; short and sweet;
Keep announcements short and sweet;
They're sooooooooo.... boring!

(name) has another one,
Another one; another one;
(name) has anither one;
He (or she) has them all the time.

(Tune: "Famer In The Dell")
I found my cow, I found my cow,
I have some need of your bull now.

What a horrible way to die,
What a horrible way to die;
What a horrible way to be bored to death
What a horrible way to die!


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Cub Scouting Songs
Graces For Cub Scouts And Others
Serious and Reverent Songs
Repeat-After-Me Songs/Rounds
Miscellaneous and Seasonal Songs
Clare's Cub Scout Songs Main Page
Gee, but I wanna go home!
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