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Francis king said:
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That's the Spirit, Francis!
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:D
 
wil said:
mare's eat oats and does eat oats
but kid's'll eat ivy too, wouldn't you?
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Mairzy Doats
composed in 1943 by Milton Drake, Al Hoffman and Jerry Livingston.


I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty,
others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune:

Mairzy doats and dozy doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! 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 dozy doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?






We now return to our Spike Jones marathon... :D

To be followed at eleven by Doctor Demento... ;)

I'm Looking Over My Dead Dog Rover:
(I could find no author attribution, nobody brave enough to claim the lyrics as their own?)
sung to the tune of: I'm Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover


I'm looking over my dead dog, Rover,
Who I hit with the power mower.
One leg is missing, the other is gone,
A third leg is scattered all over the lawn.
No need explaining the one remaining
Is spinning on the car port floor...
I'm looking over my dead dog, Rover,
Who I over-looked before!

I'm looking over my dead dog, Rover,
Who I hit with the power mower.
My dog's not eating, he no longer barks;
He hit the propeller and turned into sparks.
No need explaining, there's no dog remaining;
He's a part of the lawn you see...
I'm looking over my dead dog, Rover,
Who I sent to Eternity!



(*for the benefit of the squeemish and for those who don't appreciate my sometimes weird sense of humor, I took the liberty of posting the lyrics in white. Fair warning, this is sick sophomoric humor, along the lines of Alice Cooper and Ozzy Osborne. Highlight them if you would like to read, and enjoy! :D)
 
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They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa,
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the happy home. With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
 
Eh, you're not gen-u-wine unless you know *ALL* the words.

By heart.

hee hee.

I like my nice new clean white coat with extra long sleeves, so I can hug myself and hug myself and hug myself...

"psst, my balls itch. somebody scratch my balls..."

-Cheech Marin
 
ah yes and little lambs eat ivy...forgot that line, wouldn't you?

twas one of my favorite songs to sing to my parents when they said my music (60's) was just a bunch of noise and made no sense.
 
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