Camp Fire Songs
STAR TREKKIN'
This song tells a story, so it's very important that the characters are ALL
represented in this order. Mister Sulu is at the helm, Lt. Uhura monitoring
the sensors, Spock is turned to for analysis, Dr. McCoy is asked "Is it
Radiation, Dr. McCoy? we then turn to the engineer, Mr. Scott for more power,
and finally Captain James Tiberius Kirk is forced to lead a landing party.
Before beginning, the audience is divided into six sections, one for each
character.
Chorus:
Star Trekkin' across the universe, on the Starship Enterprise, under Captain
Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the Universe, Always goin' forward, 'cause we can't find
reverse!
Mr. Sulu:
The Enterprise is slowing down, slowing down, slowing down.
The Enterprise is slowing down, slowing down, Jim!
Chorus:
Lt. Uhura:
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, Starboard bow, starboard bow.
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim!
Chorus:
Mr. Spock:
It's life Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it.
It's life Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.
Chorus:
Dr. McCoy:
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim. dead, Jim, dead Jim.
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim. Dead, Jim, dead!
Chorus:
Engineer Scott:
(In your best Scottish accent)
You cannot change the laws of physics, laws of physics, laws of physics.
You cannot change the laws of physics, laws of physics, Jim!
Chorus:
Captain Kirk:
We Come in Peace (shoot to kill!) Shoot to kill, shoot to kill.
We Come in Peace (shoot to kill!) Shoot to kill, men!
Chorus:
MY BOY SCOUT HAT
To the tune of "Finiculee Finicula"
One day I took with me upon the subway,
My Boy Scout Hat, My Boy Scout Hat.
I laid it down upon the seat beside me,
My Boy Scout Hat, My Boy Scout Hat.
A big Scoutmaster came and sat upon it.
My Boy Scout hat, he squashed it flat!
A big Scoutmaster came and sat upon it.
My Boy Scout Hat, he squashed it flat!
Christopher Columbus! Now what do ya' think of that?
A big Scoutmaster sat upon my hat.
My hat he broke, and that's no joke!
My hat he broke and that's no joke!
Christopher Columbus! Now what do ya' think of that?
I'VE GOT SIXPENCE
I've got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence,
I've got sixpence to last me all my life.
I've got tupence to spend and tupence to lend,
and tupence to send home to my wife, poor wife.
CHORUS:
No cares have I to grieve me,
No pretty little girls to deceive me,
I'm happy as a lark, believe me,
As we go rolling rolling home.
Rolling home, (rolling home),
Rolling home, (rolling home),
By the light of the silvery moon,
Happy as the day, that we line up
for our pay, as we go rolling, rolling home.
I've got fourpence, jolly, jolly fourpence,
I've got fourpence to last me all my life.
I've got tupence to spend and tupence to lend,
and no pence to send home to my wife, poor wife.
CHORUS
I've got tupence, jolly, jolly
tupence, I've got tupence to last me all my life.
I've got tupence to spend and no pence to lend,
and no pence to send home to my wife, poor wife.
CHORUS
I've got no pence, jolly, jolly no pence,
I've got no pence to last me all my life.
I've got no pence to spend and no pence to lend,
and no pence to send home to my wife, poor wife.
HAPPY WANDERER
I love to go a-wandering along the mountain track,
And as I go, I love to sing,
My nap-sack on my back.
Valderee, valderah, Valderee, valderah ha ha ha ha ha.
Valderee, valderah, my nap-sack on my back.
I love to wander by the brook that dances in the sun.
So joyously it calls to me, Come join my happy fun.
Valderee, valderah, Valderee, valderah ha ha ha ha ha.
Valderee, valderah, my nap-sack on my back.
I wave my hat to all I meet, and they wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet, from every greenwood tree.
Valderee, valderah, Valderee, valderah ha ha ha ha ha.
Valderee, valderah, my nap-sack on my back.
Oh, may I go a-wandering, until the day I die,
Oh may I always laugh and sing,
Beneath God's clear blue sky.
Valderee, valderah, Valderee, valderah ha ha ha ha ha.
Valderee, valderah, my nap-sack on my back.
TRAIL THE EAGLE
(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.
GREEN GROW THE RUSHES, HO
For this song the leader sings the first line and the audience answers back
with the question. Then the leader answers with the new verse followed by the
previous ones as in the "twelve days of Christmas.
I'll sing you one ho.
Green grow the rushes, ho, what is your one ho?
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be it so!
I'll sing you two ho.
Green grow the rushes, ho, what is your two ho?
Two, two lily white boys clothed all in green, ho. And one is on and all alone
and ever more will be it so!
3. Three, three arrivals.
4. Four for the gospel makers.
5. Five for the symbols at your door.
6. Six for the six proud walkers.
7. Seven for the seven stars in the sky.
8. Eight for the April rainers.
9. Nine for the nine bright shiners.
10. Ten for the ten commandments.
11. Eleven for the 'leven that went to heaven.
12. Twelve for the twelve Apostles.
QUARTERMASTER'S STORE
There are snakes, snakes, snakes,
Big as garden rakes,
At the store, at the store.
There are snakes, snakes, snakes,
Big as garden rakes,
At 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.
There are mice, mice, mice,
Running through the rice...
CHORUS:
There are rats, rats, rats,
As big as alley cats...
CHORUS:
There are spiders, spiders, spiders,
Swimming in the cider...
CHORUS:
There are fleas, fleas, fleas,
Landing on the cheese...
CHORUS:
There are bats, bats, bats,
Bigger than the rats...
CHORUS:
There are beavers, beavers, beavers,
Running from the cleavers...
CHORUS:
There are eagles, eagles, eagles,
Chasing all the beagles...
CHORUS:
There are foxes, foxes, foxes,
Sitting on the boxes...
CHORUS:
There are owls, owls, owls,
Eating paper towels...
CHORUS:
There are bears, bears, bears,
With curlers in their hair...
CHORUS:
There was butter, butter, butter
Scraped up from the gutter,
CHORUS:
There was gravy, gravy, gravy,
Enough to sink the navy ...
CHORUS:
There were tables, tables, tables,
With legs like Betty gables ...
CHORUS:
There were chairs, chairs, chairs,
Floating down the stairs ...
CHORUS:
There were lice, lice, lice,
packaged up like rice ...
CHORUS:
There were ants, ants, ants,
Wearing rubber pants ...
CHORUS:
There were kippers, kippers, kippers,
That go about in slippers ...
CHORUS:
There was cake, cake, cake,
That gave us tummy ache ...
CHORUS:
There were beans, beans, beans,
As big as submarines ...
CHORUS:
There were eggs, eggs, eggs,
That walk about on legs ...
CHORUS:
There were turtles, turtles, turtles,
Wearing rubber girdles ...
MULES
(Tune: "Auld Lang Syne")
On mules we find two legs behind
And two we find before; We stand
behind before we find What the two
behind be for. When we're behind
the two behind We find what these
be for; So stand before the two
behind, And behind the two before.
BEAR IN TENNIS SHOES
The other day, (group repeats)
I met a bear, (group repeats)
In tennis shoes, (group repeats)
A dandy pair. (group repeats)
(All) The other day I met a bear,
In tennis shoes a dandy pair.
Continue in a similar manner with:
He said to me, "Why don't you run,
Because you ain't got any gun."
And so I ran, away from there, But
right behind me, was that bear.
Ahead of me there was a tree, A
big, big, tree, Oh glory be!
The nearest branch was ten feet up,
I'd have to jump and trust my luck.
And so I jumped, into the air, But
I missed that branch, on the way up there.
Now don't you fret, now don't you
frown, 'Cause I caught that branch, on the way back down.
The moral of, this story is Don't
talk to bears, in tennis shoes.
TRUSTY TOMMY
Tune: "Yankee Doodle Dandy"
TRUSTY Tommy was a Scout, LOYAL to his mother, HELPFUL to the folks about,
and FRIENDLY to his brother.
COURTEOUS to the girls he knew, KIND unto his rabbit, OBEDIENT to his
father too, and CHEERFUL in his habits.
THRIFTY saving for a need, BRAVE, but not a faker, CLEAN in thought and
word and deed, and REVERENT to his Maker.
THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS
In 1814 we took a little trip,
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans,
And we met the bloody British near the town of New Orleans.
Chorus:
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'.
There wasn't nigh as many as they was a while ago.
We fired once more and they begin to runnin',
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
We looked down the river and we see'd the British come...
There must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring;
While we stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.
Chorus
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise.
If we didn't fire a musket till we looked 'em in the eyes.
We held our fire till we see'd their faces well;
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em--Well.
Chorus
They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles,
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
'em, On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
Chorus
We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down,
So we grabbed an alligator and we poured an other round.
We put the ball between his teeth and powdered his behind,
And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind.
Chorus
They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles,
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em,
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
TWELVE DAYS OF SUMMER CAMP
Tune: "The twelve days of Christmas"
On the first day of summer camp My mother sent to me... A box of oatmeal
cookies.
On the second day of summer camp My mother sent to me... Two T-shirts, And
a box of oatmeal cookies.
On the third day of summer camp My mother sent to me... Three pairs of
socks, Two T-shirts, And a box of oatmeal cookies.
On the fourth day of summer camp My mother sent to me... Four woolen caps,
etc.
Five underpants,
Six postage stamps,
Seven nose warmers,
Eight Batman comics,
Nine bars of soap,
Ten Band-aids,
Eleven shoestrings,
Twelve bottles of insect repellent,
SLEEPY CAMPER
What do you do with a sleepy camper?
What do you do with a sleepy camper?
What do you do with a sleepy camper?
Early in the morning?
Chorus:
Way hey late, ye risers. Way hey late, ye risers.
Way hey late, ye risers.
Early in the morning.
Pull him out of bed with a running bowline.
Pull him out of bed with a running bowline.
Pull him out of bed with a running bowline.
Early in the morning.
Chorus
Throw him in the lake with his pants on backwards.
Throw him in the lake with his pants on backwards.
Throw him in the lake with his pants on backwards.
Early in the morning.
Chorus
Put him in to bed an hour sooner.
Put him in to bed an hour sooner.
Put him in to bed an hour sooner.
Early in the evening.
(Stephen Foster)
I come from Alabama,
With my banjo on my knee;
I'm goin' to Louisiana,
My true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
The weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death;
Susanna, don't you cry.
Chorus:
Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me;
I've come from Alabama,
With my banjo on my knee.
Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me;
I've come from Alabama,
With my banjo on my knee.
I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Susanna A-commin' down the hill.
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye;
Says I, I'm commin' from the South;
Susanna, don't you cry.
Chorus
(All sing the first four lines, then the leader sings and the group repeats
eg: Et la tete, (repeat:) et la tete.)
Alouette, gentilie alouette,
Alouette, jete plumerai.
Jete plumerai la tete, Jete plumerai la tete.
Et la tete, (Et la tete), Alouette; (Alouette). Ohhh!
Alouette, gentilie alouette,
Alouette, jete plumerai.
Jete plumerai le bec, Jete plumerai le bec.
Et le bec, (Et le bec).
Et la tete, (Et la tete). Alouette, (Alouette). Ohhh!
Alouette, gentilie alouette,
Alouette, jete plumerai.
Jete plumerai le nez, Jete plumerai le nez. Et le nez, (Et le nez).
Et le bec, (Et le bec). Et la tete, (Et la tete).
Alouette, gentilie alouette,
Alouette, jete plumerai.
Jete plumerai le cou, Jete plumerai
ET le cou. Et le cou, (Et le cou).
Et le nez, (Et le nez). Et le bec,
(Et le bec). Et la tete, (Et la tete).
Alouette, (Alouette). Ohhh!
Alouette, gentilie alouette,
Alouette, jete plumerai.
Jete plumerai le dos, Jete plumerai
le dos. Et le dos, (Et le dos).
Et le cou, (Et le cou). Et le nez,
(Et le nez). Et le bec, (Et le bec).
Et la tete, (Et la tete).
Alouette, (Alouette). Ohhh!
(Banjo Patterson)
Note: the third line of each verse becomesthe third line in the Chorus.
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched, and waited till his billy boiled,
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda with me."
Chorus:
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled.
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda with me!"
Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee;
And he sang as he talked to that jumbuck in his tuckerbag;
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda with me."
Chorus
Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred;
Down came the troopers one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck, you've got in your tuckerbag?
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."
Chorus
Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried he.
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, Fourty-niner,
And his daughter, Clementine.
Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
Chorus
Drove she ducklings to the water,
Ev'ry morning just at nine;
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Chorus
Saw her lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, mighty fine;
But alas! I am no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
Chorus
In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
Grow the roses and the posies,
Fertilized by Clementine.
Chorus
When the miner fourty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter "jine" his daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.
Chorus
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine,
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead I draw the line.
Chorus
Now you Boy Scouts, learn a lesson,
From this tragic tale of mine:
Artificial respiration would have saved My Clementine.
Once there was a Dutchman,
His name was Johnnie Verbeck.
He ran a kosher deli,
Selling sausages and spec.
He made the finest sausages
That ever you did see.
But one day he invented,
A sausage making machine.
Chorus:
Oh, Johnnie Verbeck, Oh, Johnnie Verbeck,
How could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry
for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs
Will never more be seen,
They'll all be ground to sausages
In Johnnie Verbeck's machine.
One day a little fat boy
Came walking in the store,
He bought a pound of sausages
And put them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle,
He whistled up a tune,
And all the little sausages
Went dancing 'round the room.
Chorus
One day the machine got busted,
The darned thing wouldn't go.
So Johnnie Verbeck, he crawled
inside to see what made it so.
Mrs. Verbeck had a nightmare,
And walking in her sleep,
She gave the crank a deuce of a yank
And Johnnie Verbeck was meat.
Chorus
Action version: Stand up on the first word that starts with a "b". Then sit
down on the next "b" word and so on. The whole group should end the song
sitting down.
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
My Bonnie lies over the sea.
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me.
Variations: instead of doing the action version, sing these additional verses.
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
I stuck my feet out of the window,
Next morning my neighbors were dead.
Bring back, bring back, Oh, bring
back my neighbors to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back, Oh, bring
back my neighbors to me.
My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank,
The height of its contents to see.
I lighted a match to assist her,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
Bring back,bring back,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me.
Bring back,bring back,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
My breakfast lies over the ocean,
My luncheon lies over the rail.
My supper lies in a commotion.
Won't somebody bring me a pail?
Please bring, please bring,
Oh please bring a pail to me, to me.
Please bring, please bring,
Oh please bring a pail to me.
Who knows what I had for breakfast?
Who knows what I had for tea?
Who knows what I had for supper?
Just look out the window and see.
Clams, clams, clams, clams,
Clams and ice cream don't agree with me.
Clams, clams, clams, clams,
Clams and ice cream don't agree with me.
Tune: Alouette
All: Ravioli, I like ravioli.
Ravioli, it's the best for me.
Leader: Have I got it on my chin?
All: Yes, You've got it on your chin.
Leader: On my chin?
Chorus:
All: On your chin. Oh-h-h-h-h
Ravioli, I like ravioli.
Ravioli, it's the best for me.
(Continue with tie, shirt, pants, shoes, floor, walls. Point to the items as
each new word is added by the song leader. Each time the chorus is sung, the
previous verses are sung in reverse order.)
Note: when you get to the end of each verse, the appropriate body part
starts moving and continues to move until the end of the song.
Robert Baden Powell had many scouts
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell.
I am one of them, and so are you.
Let me tell you what to do...
Right arm.
Robert Baden Powell had many scouts
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell
I am one of them, and so are you.
Let me tell you what to do...
Right arm, left arm.
Robert Baden Powell had many scouts
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell
I am one of them, and so are you.
Let me tell you what to do...
Right arm, left arm, right leg.
Robert Baden Powell had many scouts
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell
I am one of them, and so are you.
Let me tell you what to do...
Right arm, left arm, right leg, left leg.
Robert Baden Powell had many scouts
Many scouts had Robert Baden Powell
I am one of them, and so are you.
Let me tell you what to do...
Right arm, left arm, right leg, left leg, Stand up, sit down,
The end.
All: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping through the forest, scoopin' up the
field mice and boppin' them on the head.
Down came the good Fairy, and she said: "Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't want to
see you, scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head."
Leader: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, she said, I'm going to give you three chances,
and if you continue to scoop up the field mice and bop them on the head, I'm
going to turn you into a goon! Next day...
All: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping through the forest, scoopin' up the
field mice and boppin' them on the head.
Down came the good Fairy, and she said: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't want to
see you, scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head.
Leader: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, she said, I gave you three chances, and now you
only have two left. If you continue to scoop up the field mice and bop them on
the head, I'm going to turn you into a goon! Next day...
All: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping through the forest, scoopin' up the field
mice and boppin' them on the head.
Down came the good Fairy, and she said: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't want to
see you, scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head.
Leader: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, she said, I gave you three chances, and now you
only have one left. If you continue to scoop up the field mice and bop them on
the head, I'm going to turn you into a goon! Next day...
All: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping through the forest, scoopin' up the field
mice and boppin' them on the head.
Down came the good Fairy, and she said: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't want to
see you, scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head.
Leader: Little Bunny Foo-Foo, she said, I gave you three chances, and now
you've used them all up. So now I'm going to have to turn you into a goon!
POOF, GOON!
The moral: Hare today, Goon tomorrow!
Tune: "A Hunting We Will Go"
Note: First time through, Just sing the song, to be sure all know it, then
when the word up is sung, everyone stands up, and when the word down is sung,
everyone sits down. Go through the song several times, getting faster each
time.
The Grand Old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men.
He marched them up the hill, and
then he marched them down again.
And when they're up they're up.
And when they're down they're down,
But when they're only halfway up,
They're neither up nor down.
Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot.
I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it's not.
And sometimes in the springtime, and sometimes in the fall,
I jump between the sheets with nothing on at all.
CHORUS:
Glory, glory, Hallelujah;
Glory, glory, what's it to ya.
Balmy breezes blowing through ya,
With nothing on at all.
Tune: "Joy in my Heart"
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
Up in my head, Up in my head, Up in my head,
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
Up in my head, Up in my head, to stay.
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
Deep in my heart, Deep in my heart, Deep in my heart,
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
Deep in my heart, Deep in my heart, to stay.
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
Down in my feet, Down in my feet, Down in my feet,
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
Down in my feet , Down in my feet , to stay.
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
All over me, all over me, All over me,
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
All over me, All over me, to stay.
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
Up in my head, Deep in my heart, Down in my feet,
I've got that Scouting Spirit,
All over me, All over me, to stay.
Tune: "Caisson Song"
Over hill, over dale,
We will hit the green-wood trail,
As the Boy scouts go hiking along.
In and out, all around,
You will never see us frown,
As the Boy Scouts go hiking along.
And it's hi! hi! hee!
The B.S.A.'s for me,
Shout out our name and shout it strong.
Where ever we go, you will always know,
That the Boy Scouts go hiking along.
I have a sad story to tell you,
It may hurt your feelings a bit.
Last night when I walked into my bathroom,
I stepped in a big pile of ...
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and clean,
shave every day and you'll always look keen.
A baby fell out of the window,
You'ld think that her head would be split,
But good luck was with her that
morning, she fell in a barrel of...
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and clean
shave every day and you'll always look keen.
An old lady died in the bath tub.
She died from a terrible fit.
In order to fulfill her wishes,
She was buried in six feet of...
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen.
I went for a hike with Troop 80,
At lunch time I looked in my kit,
I thought I would find me a sandwich,
But the darned thing was loaded with...
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen.
While watching a swell game of baseball,
One player got him a nice hit.
While on his way down to first base,
He stepped in a big pile of...
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen.
Our baby got into some peaches
We thought he had swallowed a pit.
Next morning we looked in his diaper,
But the darned thing was loaded with...
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and clean
shave every day and you'll always look keen.
And now folks my story is ended,
I think it is time I should quit,
If any of you feel offended,
Stick your head in a bucket of...
Shhhhhaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen.
(Old Army Song)
Note: This song needs to be personalized each time it is used. Name
staffers or things particular to your specific camp experience. the important
thing is to keep the rhythm for each stanza and have fun with it.
The biscuits that they have here
They say are mighty fine,
But one rolled off the table
And killed a friend of mine.
Chorus:
Oh, I don't want no more of Cooper*
life, Gee, Ma I wanna go home.
The staffers that they have here
The say are mighty fine,
The one that teaches swimming
He looks like Frankenstein.
The chicken at Camp Cooper*,
They say is mighty fine,
But once two drumsticks got up,
And started beating time.
*Insert camp name. These should be enough examples to get you going.
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul
and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called
for his bowl, and he called for his Tenderfoots three.
Rooty-Tooty-Tooty-Tooty-Toot!
Said the Tenderfoots,
Merry men are we! And there's none
so fair as can compare with the boys from C.P.C.
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul
and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called
for his bowl, and he called for his Second Class three.
Ring-A-Ding Ring-A-Ding Ding, said the Second Class,
Rooty-Tooty-Tooty-Tooty-Toot! said the Tenderfoots,
Merry men are we!
And there's none so fair as can compare with the boys from C.P.C.
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul
and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called
for his bowl, and he called for his First Class three.
HIIIIGH-YYYUP!! Said the First Class
Ring-A-Ding Ring-A-Ding Ding! Said the Second Class,
Rooty-Tooty-Tooty- Tooty-Toot! Said the Tenderfoots,
Merry men are we!
And there's none so fair as can compare with the boys from C.P.C.
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul
and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called
for his bowl, and he called for his Life Scouts three.
Here We Go Again! Said the Life Scouts,
HIIIIGH YYYUPP!! Said the First Class,
Ring-A-Ding Ring-A-Ding Ding! Said the Second Class,
Rooty-Tooty-Tooty-Tooty-Toot! Said the Tenderfoots,
Merry men are we!
And there's none so fair as can compare with the boys from C.P.C.
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul
and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called
for his bowl, and he called for his
Eagle Scouts three.
Where's my Big White Horse!! Said the Eagle Scouts, Here We go again!
Here We Go Again! Said the Life Scouts,
HIIIIGH YYYUPP!! Said the First Class,
Ring-A-Ding Ring-A-Ding Ding! Said the Second Class,
Rooty-Tooty-Tooty-Tooty-Toot! Said the Tenderfoots,
Merry men are we!
And there's none so fair as can compare with the boys from C.P.C.
(BEER BARREL POLKA)
Roll out the barrel,
We'll have a barrel of fun.
Roll out the barrel,
We've got the blues on the run.
Sing boom-ta-ra-ra
Sing out a song of good cheer,
Now's the time to roll the barrel
For the gang's all here.
California here I come,
Right back where I started from.
Where towers of flowers bloom in the sun,
Each morning at dawning Birdies sing and everything,
A sunkist miss said,
"Don't be late,"
That's why I can hardly wait,
Open up that golden gate,
California, here I come.
The stars at night are big and bright,
Deep in the heart of Texas;
The prairie sky is wide and high,
Deep in the heart of Texas.
The sage in bloom is like perfume,
Deep in the heart of Texas;
Reminds me of the one I love,
Deep in the heart of Texas.
The coyotes wail along the trail,
Deep in the heart of Texas;
The rabbits rush around the brush,
Deep in the heart of Texas.
The cowboys cry, "Ki-Yip-Pee-Yi",
Deep in the heart of Texas;
The doggies bawl, and bawl and bawl,
Deep in the heart of Texas.
(A LETTER FROM CAMP)
TUNE:Dance of the Hours
Hello Muddah, hello Faddah,
Here I am at camp Grenada.
Camp is very entertaining,
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.
I went hiking with Joe Spivey,
He developed poison ivy.
You remember Leonard Skinner,
He got Ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.
All the counselors hate the waiters,
And the lake has alligators.
And the head coach wants no sissies,
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.
Now I don't want this should scare ya',
But my bunkmate has Malaria.
You remember Jeffery Hardy,
They're about to organize a searching party.
Take me home, oh Muddah, Faddah,
Take me home, I hate Grenada.
Don't leave me out in the forest where,
I might get eaten by a bear.
Take me home,
I promise I will not make noise, or
mess the house with other boys,
Oh please don't make me stay,
I've been here one whole day...
Dearest Muddah, Darling Faddah,
How's my precious little bruddah?
Let me come home if you miss me,
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me !
Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing,
Guys are swimming, Guys are sailing!
Playing baseball, gee that's bettah,
Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this letter!!!
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey, A kiddley divey too,
wouldn't you?
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey, A kiddley divey too,
wouldn't you?
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, A little bit jumbled and jivey,
Sing, "Mares eat oats and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy."
Oh! Mairzy doats and dozey doats and liddle lamzy divey, A kiddley divey too,
wouldn't you?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Some people say a man is made out of mud,
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood,
Muscle and blood and skin and bones,
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong.
CHORUS:
You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store.
I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine,
I picked up my shovel and walked to the mine,
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal,
And the strong boss said, "Well, bless my soul."
CHORUS
I was born one morning it was drizzling rain,
Fighting and trouble are my middle name,
I was raised in a cave, by an old mama lion,
C'aint no high tone woman make me walk the line.
CHORUS
If you see me coming, better step aside,
A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died.
One fist of iron, the other of steel,
If the right one don't get you, then the left on will.
CHORUS
JOHN HENRY (STEEL DRIVIN' MAN)
When John Henry was just a little baby boy,
No bigger than the palm of your hand,
His mammy looked down at John Henry and said:
My Johnny' be a steel drivin' man, Lord, Lord,
My Johnny' be a steel drivin' man.
John Henry said to the captain,
"Captain, why don't you learn to swing.
I'm drivin' forty nine pounds from my hip bottom down,
Love to hear that cold steel ring, Lord, Lord,
Love to hear that cold steel ring."
John Henry had a pretty little
woman, and her name was Polly Ann.
John Henry took sick and had to go to bed,
Polly drove steel like a man, Lord, Lord,
Polly drove steel like a man.
John Henry went up on a mountain,
that steam hammer by his side,
But he'd beat that drill through to the end of the line,
When he laid down his hammer and he cried, Lord, Lord,
He laid down his hammer and he cried.
John Henry drove steel round that
mountain, till the hammer put out fire.
For that very last word I hear John
Henry say, A cool glass of water
I'm gonna die, Lord, Lord,
A cool glass of water I'm gonna die.
Well they buried John Henry in the graveyard,
They lay him six feet under the sand,
Every time a freight train go rollin' on by,
They say yonder lies a steel drivin' man, Lord, Lord,
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man.
FORTY ACRES
He was headed into Boston in a big old diesel truck
It was his first shift and he was havin' lots of luck.
He went the wrong direction down a one way street in town.
And this is what he said when the police chased him down.
CHORUS:
Give me 40 acres and I'll turn this rig around.
It's the easiest way that I've found.
Some guys can turn it on a dime or turn it right downtown,
But I need 40 acres to turn this rig around.
When he finally found where to unload, he had a dreadful shock.
His trailer pointed to the road,
And his cab right to the dock.
And as he looked around him, through his tears he made this sound:
Give me 40 acres and I'll turn this rig around.
CHORUS
When he finally got unloaded, he was asked to leave the town.
He was very, very happy, going back to Alabam.
When up ahead he saw a sign said, you are northward bound.
Give me 40 acres and I'll turn this rig around.
CHORUS
He was drivin' down the right lane when ahead he saw a sign,
He had to make a left turn, but he could not get in line.
The tears were streamin' down his cheeks and they all heard him yell:
Give me 40 sticks of dynamite 'n I'll blow this rig to...
Give me 40 acres and I'll turn this rig around.
It's the easiest way that I've found.
Some guys can turn it on a dime or turn it right downtown;
But I need 40 acres to turn this rig around.
THE BOLL WEEVEL SONG
Brook Benton
Spoken:
Let me tell you a story about a boll weevel
Now some of you may not know, but a boll weevel is an insect
And he's found mostly where cotton grows
Now where they come from, nobody really knows
But this is the way the story goes.
The farmer said to the boll weevel,
I see you're on my square.
The boll weevel said to the farmer,
Yep, my whole darn family's here.
We gotta have a home, we gotta have a home.
The farmer said to the boll weevel;
Say, why'd you pick my farm?
The weevel just laughed at the farmer and said;
We ain't gonna do much harm.
We're lookin for a ho o o o o ome.
And the boll weevel spied him a lightnin' bug.
He said; yea, I'd like to make a trade with you,
Cuz' you see, if I was a lightnin' bug,
I'd search the whole night through.
A searchin' for a home I'd have me plenty of homes.
And the boll weevel called the farmer and said;
You better sell your old machines
'Cause when I'm through with your cotton, heh,
You can't even buy gasoline.
I wanna take me a home, gotta have a home.
And the boll weevel said to the farmer;
Say farmer, I'd like to wish you well.
Farmer said to the boll weevel;
Yea, 'n I wish that you went to...
Lookin' for a home, lookin' for a home.
Ah, you'd have a home all right, you'd have a real hot home.
DAY-O
CHORUS:
Day-O, Day-O,
Daylight come and me wan' go home,
Day-O, Day-O,
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Stock bananas till the morning come,
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Come Mr. Tally man, Tally me bananas,
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Come Mr. Tally man, Tally me bananas,
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
CHORUS
Pick six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch,
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Pick six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch,
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
CHORUS
A beautiful bunch of ripe banana,
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Hide the deadly black tarantula.
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
CHORUS
THE ANTS GO MARCHING
The ants go marching one by one hurrah, hurrah,
The ants go marching one by one hurrah, hurrah,
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stopped to suck his thumb,
And they all go marching Down to the ground, to the earth.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Two by two - to tie his shoe
Three by three - to scratch his knee
Four by four - to shut the door
Five by five - to dance and jive
Six by six - to pick up sticks
Seven by seven - to look to heaven
Eight by eight - to shut the gate
Nine by nine - to have a shoe shine
Ten by ten - he want's to start again!!!
BOA-CONSTRICTOR
I'm being swallowed by a boa- constrictor,
I'm being swallowed by a boa- constrictor,
I'm being swallowed by a boa- constrictor,
And I don't like it one little bit.
Oh, no, Oh, no, he's got my toe, got my toe
O gee, O gee, he's up to my knee, up to my knee,
Oh, my, Oh, my, he's reached my thigh, reached my thigh,
O fiddle, O fiddle, he's at my middle, at my middle,
Oh heck, Oh heck, he's up to my neck, up to my neck,
O dread, O dread, He's got my GULP!!!
GREEN GRASS (THERE WAS A HOLE)
(repeat each line after leader)
There was a hole The prettiest little hole that you ever did see,
CHORUS: (ALL) And the green grass grew all around, all around, And the
green grass grew all around.
And in that hole There was a tree The prettiest little tree that you ever
did see,
(ALL) And the tree was in the hole, And the hole was in the ground,
CHORUS (ALL)
CONTINUE ADDING ONE LINE AT A TIME
Now on that tree there was a branch...
the prettiest little etc...
...limb on the tree
...nest on the limb
...egg in the nest
...bird in the egg
...wing on the bird
...feather on the wing
...bacteria on the feather
LAST VERSE
And the bacteria was on the feather,
And the feather was on the wing,
And the wing was on the bird,
And the bird was in the egg,
And the egg was in the nest,
And the nest was on the limb,
And the limb was on the tree,
And the tree was in the hole,
And the hole was in the ground,
CHORUS
HOLE IN THE SEA
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a hole, there's a hole,
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a hole, there's a hole,
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's a bump on the log in the hole ... etc. \
There's a frog on the bump on the log ... etc.
There's a fly on the frog on the bump ... etc.
There's a wing on the fly on the frog ... etc.
There's a flea on the wing on the fly on the frog
On the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a hole, there's a hole,
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea.
I-VEE
(TUNE: MY BONNIE)
My body has calomine lotion,
My body's as sore as can be,
The flowers I gathered for Granny,
Turned out to be poison I-Vee.
Don't touch, don't touch,
You'll get a rash from I-Veee, I-Vee
It will, itch bad,
And it looks worse than ac-nee.
ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI
On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table, and onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden, and under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.
The mush was as tasty as tasty could be,
And early next summer,
It grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered with beautiful moss,
It grew lovely meatballs,
And tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatballs,
And don't ever sneeze.
MOUNTAIN DEW
My uncle Bill has a still on the hill,
Where he runs off a gallon or two,
The birds in the sky get so drunk they can't fly,
In that good old mountain dew.
CHORUS:
They call it that good old mountain dew,
And them that refuse it are few,
I'll hoist up my mug if you fill up my jug,
With that good old mountain dew.
My cousin Mort,
He's sawed off and short,
He measures just four foot two,
But he thinks he's a giant,
when you give him a pint of that good old mountain dew.
CHORUS
Down the road here from me there's a big hollow tree,
Where you lay down a dollar or two,
You go 'round the bend, and come back again,
There's a jug of that good old mountain dew.
CHORUS
My brother Don has a still in the John,
Where he'll run off a gallon or two.
When the Revenuers come rushin'
He'd just give it a flush'n'
There'd go that good old mountain dew.
CHORUS
Make up your own verses for other names!
THERE'S A HOLE IN THE BUCKET
Liza: Henry! Fetch me some water!
Henry: There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear Liza There's a hole in
the bucket dear Liza, a hole.
Liza: Well, fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, well, fix it dear
Henry, dear Henry, fix it.
Henry: With what shall I fix it ...
Liza: With a straw dear Henry ...
Henry: The straw is too long ...
Liza: Well, cut it dear Henry ...
Henry: With what shall I cut it ...
Liza: With an axe dear Henry ...
Henry: The axe is too dull dear Liza .
Liza: Well, sharpen it dear Henry ...
Henry: With what shall I sharpen it ...
Liza: With a stone dear Henry ...
Henry: The stone is too dry dear Liza ...
Liza: Well, wet it dear Henry ...
Henry: With what shall I wet it ...
Liza: With water dear Henry ...
Henry: In what shall I fetch it ...
Liza: In a bucket dear Henry ...
Henry: There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza ...
ALONG CAME JONES
I plopped down in my easy chair
And I turned on channel two.
A bad gunslinger named Salty Sam
Was chasin' poor Sweet Sue.
He trapped her in the old sawmill
And said with an evil laugh,
"If you don't give me the deed to your ranch I'll saw y'all in half.
And then he grabbed her...
(help he grabbed me!)
He tied her up...
(Help he's tyin' me up!)
He turned on the BUZZ-SAW...
(He's turnin' on the buzz saw)
And then...and then...
And then along came Jones.
Tall thin Jones.
Slow walkin' Jones, Low talkin' Jones.
Along came long lean lanky Jones.
Commercial came on, so I got up to fix myself a snack.
You should have seen what was going on by the time that I got back.
Down in the old abandoned mine,
Sweet Sue was havin' fits,
That villain said "Give me the deed to your ranch, or I'll blow y'all to
bits".
And then he grabbed her...
(Help he grabbed Me)
He tied her up...
(Help, he's tying me up)
He lit the fuse to the dynamite...
(He's lightin' the fuse to the dynamite)
And then...and then...
And then along came Jones
Tall thin Jones.
Slow walkin' Jones, Low talkin' Jones.
Along came long lean lanky Jones.
I got so bugged I turned it off and turned on another show.
But there was the same old shoot- em-up, and the same old rodeo.
Salty Sam was tryin' to stuff Sweet Sue in a burlap sack.
"If you don't give me the deed to your ranch I'll throw you on the railroad
track!"
And then he grabbed her...
(Help he grabbed me, help)
He tied her up...
(Here we go again, tyin' me up)
He threw her on the railraod track,
The train started commin'
(Ohhh! Here comes the train)
And then...and then...
And then along came Jones
Tall thin Jones.
Slow walkin' Jones, Low talkin' Jones.
Along came long lean lanky Jones.
THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY
Remember when you ran away,
And I got on my knees and begged
you not to go because I'd go BERSERK!!
Well you left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse,
And now you see I've gone completely out of my mind!
And...
They're coming to take me away, Ha Ha!
They're coming to take me away, Ho Ho, He He, Ha Ha!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time,
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats.
And they're coming to take me away, Ha Ha!!!
I cooked your food, I cleaned your bed,
And this is how you pay me back for all my kind unselfish loving deeds?
HUH!!
Well, you just wait, they'll find you yet,
And when they do they'll put you in the A.S.P.C.A., you MANGEY MUTT!!!
And, They're coming to take me away Ha Ha!
They're coming to take me away, Ho Ho, He He, Ha Ha!
To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds,
And basket weavers who sit and twiddle their thumbs and toes,
And they're coming to take me away, Ha Ha!
To the funny farm,
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats.
And they're coming to take me away, Ha Ha!!
BEEP BEEP
Note: Start out the song very slowly, then increase the speed as you go
along, until you are virtually going as fast as you can by the end of the
song.
While riding in my Cadillac,
Much to my surprise.
A little Nash-Rambler right behind.
'Bout one half my size.
CHORUS:
The guy must have wanted to pass me up
As he kept on blowing his horn.
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep Beep! Beep Beep!
His horn went Beep Beep Beep!
I put my foot down to the floor,
To give the guy the shake.
But the little Nash-Rambler stayed right behind,
He still had on his brake.
CHORUS
I shifted into passing gear,
And it became a race.
For a Rambler to beat a Caddy,
Would be a big disgrace.
CHORUS
Now we're going a hundred and twenty,
As fast as I can go.
The little Nash Rambler pulled up beside just like we're going slow.
The fellow rolls down his window,
And yells for me to hear,
Hey buddy how can I get this car
Out of second gear!
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