|
||||
|
||||
|
Songs we got in trouble for singing at my school...
Joy to the world, Barney's dead. We bar-be-cued his head! Dont worry about his body, we flushed it down the poty. Round round it goes, Round round it goes! Round roundand round it goes! Dashing through the snow On a pair of broken skis O'er the feilds we go Crashing into trees Ow-ow-ow The snow is turning red I think i'm gonna be dead Will someone please call 911 Before i lose my head Oooohhhhhh Jingle bells jingle bells Santa clause is dead Rudolph got a twenty-two And shot him in the head Hey! Barbie doll barbie doll Tried to save his life But mario and gi-joe Stabbed her with a knife Hey! Combo of "Da Moose" and the Shark Song from summer camp as composed b two crazy boys at said camp... Da Moose, Da Moose Simmin' in da water (echo) Shark Attack! Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo! Shark Attack! Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo! Lost and antler, Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo! Lost a foreleg, Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo! Bleeding out, Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo! CPR, Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo! (speed up) It's not working, Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo! It's not working, Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo! (slow WAAAAAAY down, make it sound dirge-like) Gone to Moose-heaven Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo... Gone to Moose-heaven Doot-doo, doot-doot doo doo... ![]() |
|
||||
|
XD That's funny.
Songs we sang at end of term: Build a bonfire Build a bonfire Put the teachers on the top Stick the headmaster in the middle And burn the flipping lot. Of course, sometimes another word beginning with f was substituted... O_O We break up We break up We don't care if the school blows up No more English No more French No more sitting on the old school bench. If your teacher interferes Sit her down and box her ears If that doesn't serve her right Blow her up with dynamite. Teacher, teacher I declare I can see your underwear Is it black or is it white? Oh my god, it's dynamite! No more days at school No more days of sorrow No more days at this old dump We won't be back tomorrow! And this one we sang whenever we had to sing a certain song in Assembly. XD He jumped from thirty thousand feet without a parachute He jumped from thirty thousand feet without a parachute He jumped from thirty thousand feet without a parachute And he ain't gonna jump no more! Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die! Hanging from his braces with his feet up in the sky. Gory, gory what a hell of a way to die! And he ain't gonna jump no more! He splatted on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam He splatted on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam He splatted on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam And he ain't gonna jump no more! Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die! Hanging from his braces with his feet up in the sky. Gory, gory what a hell of a way to die! And he ain't gonna jump no more! When they told his wife she laughed and jumped for joy When they told his wife she laughed and jumped for joy When they told his wife she laughed and jumped for joy And he ain't gonna jump no more! Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die! Hanging from his braces with his feet up in the sky. Gory, gory what a hell of a way to die! And he ain't gonna jump no more! She put him on the mantelpiece for everyone to see She put him on the mantelpiece for everyone to see She put him on the mantelpiece for everyone to see And he ain't gonna jump no more! Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die! Hanging from his braces with his feet up in the sky. Gory, gory what a hell of a way to die! And he ain't gonna jump no more! He went all green and mouldy so she chucked him in the bin He went all green and mouldy so she chucked him in the bin He went all green and mouldy so she chucked him in the bin And he ain't gonna jump no more! Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die! Hanging from his braces with his feet up in the sky. Gory, gory what a hell of a way to die! And he ain't gonna jump no more! ![]() |
|
||||
|
Most I can remember are a bit too dirty to post; here's one that I remember singing:
We are the candy girls We wear our hair in curls We all wear dungerees To show our sexy knees I met the boy next door He gave me fifty pee To go behind a tree And do the one two three My mother was surprised When she saw my belly rise My father jumped for joy It was a baby boy! ![]() |
|
||||
|
I love songs like that! Brings me back to grade school...you didn't think kids in the 2000's were innocent either, did you?
I said a boom-chick-a-boom I said a Boom-chick-a-boom I said a boom-a-chick-a-rock-a-chick-a-rock-a-chick-a-boom! Uh huh Alright One more time now Motor style (replace boom with "vroom" and rock with "rev") " " Cleaning style (replace boom with "broom" and chick-a-rock with "push-a-mop") " " Those are the only variations I can think of off the top of my head; it was a call and response game. So the leader would start and the whole group would repeat everything back to her, line by line. We also had crude jokes at day camp...one of my faves: A boy is in class and his teacher tells him to home over the weekend and learn some new words. So he goes home and his mother takes him to the airport where he learns the word "take-off". They then visit the zoo, where he sees many animals and learns the word "zebra". Finally, they visit a nursery and he learns the word "baby". The following Monday at school, the teacher asks him if he learned any new words and he smiles and nodes at her. She says, "Well? Let's hear them! What words did you learn this weekend?" Grinning from ear to ear because he was so proud for learning so many words and was sure she would reward him for being such an excellent student, he replies, "Take-off zebra baby!" |
|
||||
|
Mostly I remember these clapping games:
I went to a Chinese resturant to buy a loaf of Bread-bread-bread, He asked me what my name was, And this what I said-said-said: My name is Eli Eli Chickali Chickali Pom pom poodles Willy wally wiskers Punch you in the stomach Oops! I'm sorry I'm calling mommy, you'll be sorry Beef roast beef! There's ketchup on my knee! Here's the lemonade one: Lemonade, crunchy ice, beat it once, beat it twice Lemonade cruchy ice, beat it once, beat it twice Turn around, touch the ground FREEZE! |
|
||||
|
Oh! That clapping game reminds me of this one:
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more, more, more There's a big fat police man at my door, door, door He grabbed me by the collar; made me pay a dollar I don't wanna go to Mexico no more, more, more. Shame! At least, I think that's what the last word is...the goal is to say it before your partner does...it's a little like the slapping game in that sense. (you know, where one person lays his palms face down over another's face up, and the person on the bottom tries to slap the person on top before he can pull away?) |
|
||||
|
Holy crap I remember Dah Moose!
This is one I'm pretty sure my brother made up, but alot of people I know sang this song after I told them. Nuts. I like nuts. Walnuts, and peanuts, and coconuts. Rats. I hate rats. Rats drive me nuts! (Repeat over and over.) ![]() VEGETA "I wasnt sure how long I could sustain the effort without breaking in two. It was as though the only thing holding my body together was my one burning desire to be better then Kakarott. Sometimes I thought I was losing my mind. Why wasnt I able to obtain what Kakarott had obtained?! It didnt make any sense. It was infuriating and it was my fury that kept me alive."
|
|
||||
|
Hmm. Time to link out to a video. Anybody seen "Best In Show"? Christopher Guest is freakin' HILARIOUS!
I'm lost, I have no idea what Dah Moose is. Katie, you must be so proud that since your last post about it, the number of Miss TDP dollmaker entries has risen from 2 to like, 6! Summer equals officially not ruined, by us anyway, |