OPPOSITE DAY

OPPOSITE DAY

Mom says put your elbows on the table
Open wide when you chew
Eat all of your ice cream
You can’t have broccoli till you’re through
You gotta watch your cartoons
Before you can do your chores
And when it starts to raining hard
Then you can play outdoors
 
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On Opposite Day you get confused
You get mad when things go right
And laugh when you get the blues
You can’t do any homework till after you play
‘Cause everything is backwards on Opposite Day
 
You might hear a cat start barking
See your dog climbing trees
Clean your room before you have to
Ask your mom to make more peas
Boys might play with Barbies
Girls with GI Joes
You’ll be amazed in lots of ways
But that’s the way it goes
 
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Spinach rots your teeth, and cookies make you strong
Dad says it’s good for you to stay up all night long !
 
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Ron Sowell, Story Circle Music, BMI
Jon Wikstrom, Ironic Juxtaposition Music, ASCAP

 

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HI LO MINNY MINNY HA-CAH

 When Jill and Bill were little kids they made a secret vow
They started up a secret club where grown-ups weren’t allowed
They had a secret handshake, a secret club house too
But best of all they had a secret call that everybody knew
And it went…
 
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Hi lo minny minny ha-cah oom-pa-pa oom –chee-wah-wah
Shim-sham filly-billy rang-tang feel tom tommy-oh
Hi lo minny minny ha-cah oom-pa-pa oom –chee-wah-wah
Shim-sham filly-billy rang-tang feel tom tommy-oh
 
One day they played like pioneers exploring in the woods
It soon became another game of capture Robin Hood
Then all at once Jill looked around and noticed she was lost
She prayed that Bill would find her, she kept all her fingers crossed
Then she heard….
 
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When Jill and Bill were all grown up they took a different vow
They spent their lives as man and wife, as parents they were proud
Their children all had children, the family grew and grew
And through it all they had a call that everybody knew
And it went….
 
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Jim Kimball, Jimmy Jangle Music, BMI

 

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MONSTER UNDER MY BED

There’s a monster under my bed, that’s right you heard what I said
He’s got big green eyes & a large yellow nose & purple hair on top of his head
He’s got bad breath cause he doesn’t brush his teeth
And he’s grumpy when he doesn’t get fed
I’m sorry daddy, but I can’t go to sleep, it’s not my fault that I can’t count sheep
‘Cause I don’t want to wake up dead, there’s a monster under my bed
 
There’s a little kid on top of my bed, that’s right you heard what I said
She’s got big blue eyes & a little freckled nose & red hair on her head
She’s got minty breath cause she just brushed her teeth
And she’s jumping up and down on my head
I’m sorry daddy, but I can’t go to sleep, it’s not my fault that I can’t count creeps
‘Cause I don’t want to wake up dead, there’s a monster on top of my bed
 
Ron Sowell, Story Circle Music, BMI
Mira Stanley
Bob Webb

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BACK YARD TIN CAN BAND

Stretched out on the sofa, last Saturday evening
I heard some music, I didn’t know where it was coming from
So I checked my CD, but it was not spinning
I looked at my TV, but it was not on
That’s when I reached for the back door
Turned the handle, pushed it open, and this is what I saw
 
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I saw Jerome on the stove pipe, little Les hitting hand jive
Bernadette with a broomstick, beating on a card board box
Tyrone with a garden hose, making sounds like a trumpet
And they were beating out a rhythm, singing out a song
Gettin’ down with the Backyard Tin Can Band – GET-DOWN !
 
They didn’t have any money for drums and electric guitars
But you don’t need no money when you got a song inside
So they went to the junk yard and used imagination
It was their invitation to making music all day long
Soon they were rockin’, hoppin’ and be-boppin’
Sockin’, knee knockin’ making music and having fun
 
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There’s music in the mountains, there’s music in the valleys
There’s music in the cities, yes there’s music in your own backyard
Just use your imagination to fit your situation
You’ll be a swinging congregation, making music and having fun
 
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Ron Sowell, Story Circle Music, BMI

 

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LA BAMBA

Para bailar la bamba, para bailar la bamba
Se necessita una poca de gracia, una poca de gracia para mi y para ti
Y arriba y arriba y arriba y arriba por ti sere por ti sere
Yo no soy marinero, yo no soy marinero
Soy capitan soy capitan soy capitan
 
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Bamba- Bamba, Bamba – Bamba
Bamba – Bamba, Bamba – Bamba
 
Well shake it up baby (shake it up baby)
Let’s twist and shout (twist and shout)
Come on boys and girls (boys and girls)
Work it on out (work it on out)
You know you sound so good (sound so good)
You know you sound so fine (sound so fine)
Come on kids now (come on kids)
You’re sounding better all the time (all the time)
 
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Traditional
 
Twist & Shout excerpt
B. Russell, Sony/ATV Songs LLC, ASCAP
Sloopy II Inc, BMI

 

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POTATO

They’re red, they’re white, they’re brown, they get that way underground
There can’t be much to do, so now they have blue ones, too
We don’t care what they look like, we’ll eat them
Any way they fit on our plates, every way we can conjure to heat them
We’re delighted to think they’re just great
 
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Po-tatopo – tatopo-tatopo / ta-topata-topata-tapota
To-potato-potato-potato /tatopo – tatopo-tato
 
Sometimes we ditch the skin, to eat what it’s holding in
Sometimes we’d rather please, have just the outside with cheese
They have eyes but they do not have faces
I don’t know if their feelings get hurt
By just hanging around in dark places
Where they only can stare at the dirt

 

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I guess the use is scant, for other parts of the plant
But that which grows in view is eating potato, too
I imagine them under their acres, out in Idaho and up in Maine
Maybe wondering if they’ll be bakers, or knishes or latkes or plain
 
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(Music traditional)
Words by Cheryl Wheeler (Amachrist Music o/b/o Penrod & Higgins)

 

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VEGETABLE GARDEN BLUES

(I LOVE MY TOMATO)

 You can caress a carrot, grab a green bean
Leaf through the lettuce, do anything you please
You can ravish a radish, bite on a beet
Manhandle a melon, if you really think you’re neat
You can munch on a mushroom, if you’re feeling bad
But don’t go messing with my tomato, cause that really makes me mad
I love my tomato, ripe, round and red
Now you offer me anything, I’ll take my tomato instead
 
I don’t care for spinach, I can’t stand the taste
To eat a rutabaga, seems like such a waste
I don’t care for potatoes, I never did like eating roots
That goes for apples, bananas, peaches, strawberries, cherries and kiwis
And all those silly fruits
Don’t care to pick a berry, don’t care to peel a grape
Just let me at my tomato, I will not hesitate
I love my tomato, even while they’re still on the vine
Now you offer me anything, I’ll take my tomato every time
 
You may be a cucumber, and really think you’re cool
A real top banana, I’m talking about nobody’s fool
You may be a jalepena pepper and think you’re red hot
The head cabbage, a real big shot
Hey king corn, keep your ears peeled and to the ground
And don’t go messing with my tomato when I’m not around
Cause I love my tomato, stuffed, stewed or fried
Now you offer me anything, I’ll take my tomato every time
 
Ron Sowell, Story Circle Music, BMI

 

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I USED TO WEAR DIAPERS

I used to be bald, but now I have hair
I used to wear pull-ups, but now it’s underwear
Whenever it got dark outside, I used to be afraid
I used to have a crib, but now I have a bed
 
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I used to wear diapers, but now I don’t
I used to drink formula, but now I won’t
I used to be a baby, but now I’m a kid
I can’t believe I used to do the things I did
 
And when I ate my dinner, I used to spit and drool
I used to stay at home all day, but now I go to school
Once my legs were short, but now they’re growing long
I used to write on walls, but now I’m writing songs
 
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I used to suck a pacifier, I used to cry and fuss
I used to ride in carriages, but now I ride a bus
I used to pull my cat’s tail, but now I know it’s mean
I used to like the color red, but now I’m fond of green
 
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Colleen Anderson/Mountaineer Montessori music students,
copyright Colleen Anderson 1996

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BUG-A-BOO

Underneath the carpet in the dead of the night
Take a look and you will see a marvelous sight
Dancing, prancing, doing that bug-a-boo
Well, the roaches and the beetles are the boys in the band
The crickets are the singers, they’re the best in the land
Dancing, romancing, doing that bug-a-boo
 
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Let’s do the bug-a-boo, come on, shake a leg or two
From the big grasshopper, to the tiny teenybopper
You know what they love to do, BUG-A-BOO !
 
Well, look everybody, it’s the star of the show
Pretty little Molly, she’s a hot mosquito
Dancing, prancing, doing that bug-a-boo
Well, nobody can sing a song the way that she does
When she starts to sing she can give you a buzz
Dancing, romancing, doing that bug-a-boo
 
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Well, see that ugly spider with the gleam in his eye
What’s he doing with that sweet little fly ?
Dancing, prancing, doing that bug-a-boo
Come on everybody, it’s our turn to dance
Let’s go bug-a-boo, like an army of ants
Dancing, romancing, doing that bug-a-boo
 
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Larry Groce, Walt Disney Music, ASCAP

 

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HERMAN THE WORM

 
Herman was squirming his way back to his home
His girlfriend named Patti had left him all alone
She turned into a butterfly and flew away into the sky
 
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Poor Herman the worm, all of his hearts were broken
But he never gave up on love
 
Well, Herman that sad soul, he had a tragic life
His father was fish bait, the early took his wife
His grandma wasn’t very shy, she ended in an apple pie
 
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Now Herman found him another love so strong
They squirmed in the bluegrass till a lawnmower came along
That couple never had a clue and breaking up is hard to do

 

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 Larry Groce, Camp Run Music, ASCAP

 

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EINSTEIN THE GENIUS

 
Einstein was a genius as smart as he could be
He wrote one equation every day, on Mondays he wrote three
Mondays he wrote three
 
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Albert dance around, Albert be profound
Albert let your hair stick out and your socks hang down
Albert dance around, Albert be profound
Albert let your hair stick out, and your socks hang down
 
A man got in a spaceship, and flew a million miles
He busted through the speed of light, and he came back a child
Yes, he came back a child
 
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Well, a man looked through a telescope, until his eyes turned red
He looked around in space and saw the back of his own head
Saw the back of his own head
 
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A wave and a particle were walking side by side
One to the other said, “Which one of us am I ?”
“Which one of us am I ?”
 
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Albert played the fiddle, he loved to shout and sing
Now, if that ain’t genius, that ain’t anything
No, that ain’t anything
 
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Henry Jankiewicz, Kicking Mule Publishing

 

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FIRST YOU DREAM

 
In this world there is no one like you
And no end to what you can do
Just close your eyes and see whatever you want to be
 
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First you dream, let your heart and your mind wander free
And bring back what you find
With your hands make it as real as it seems
But first you dream
 
Sail the seas, fly to the stars
Build a world right where you are
Anything you want to do, you can make it come true
 
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Ron Sowell, Story Circle music, BMI
Jon Wikstrom, Ironic Juxtaposition Music, ASCAP