Rock-a-my soul on the bosom of Abraham,
Rock-a-my soul on the bosom of Abraham
Rock-a-my soul on the bosom of Abraham
Oh rock-a my soul
Too high, you can't get over it
Too low, you can't get under it
Too wide, you can't get round of it
You've got to go through the door
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Showing posts with label Action songs. Show all posts
Friday, 16 November 2007
Wednesday, 31 October 2007
Thursday, 25 October 2007
My aunt Grete

My Aunt Grete, veed-a-veed-a-veet
Had a puss, veed-a-veed-a-vuss
And that puss, veed-a-veed-a-vuss
Had a tail
And that tail veed-a-veed-a-vail
Had a twirl, veed-a-veed-a-virl
And that twirl, veed-a-veed-a-virl
Had a tip. COMMA.
And that tip, veed-a-veed-a-vip
Had a twirl, veed-a-veed-a-virl
And that twirl, veed-a-veed-a-virl
Had a tail
And that tail, veed-a-veed-a-vail
Had a puss, veed-a-veed-a-vuss
And that puss, veed-a-veed-a-vuss
Had my aunt
Had a puss, veed-a-veed-a-vuss
And that puss, veed-a-veed-a-vuss
Had a tail
And that tail veed-a-veed-a-vail
Had a twirl, veed-a-veed-a-virl
And that twirl, veed-a-veed-a-virl
Had a tip. COMMA.
And that tip, veed-a-veed-a-vip
Had a twirl, veed-a-veed-a-virl
And that twirl, veed-a-veed-a-virl
Had a tail
And that tail, veed-a-veed-a-vail
Had a puss, veed-a-veed-a-vuss
And that puss, veed-a-veed-a-vuss
Had my aunt
Wednesday, 24 October 2007
Wednesday, 17 October 2007
She sat on the verandah
And played her guitar
Played her guitar
Played her guitar
She sat on the verandah
And played her guitar
Played her guitar
And smoked his cigar
etc
He said that he loved her
But oh! how he lied
etc
She said she believed him
But oh! how she sighed
etc
They were to be married
But somehow she died
etc
He went to her funeral
But just for the ride
etc
He sat on her tombstone
And laughed till he cried
etc
The tombstone fell on him
And squish squash he died
etc
She went to heaven
And flip flap she flied
etc
He went to t'other place
And frizzled & fried
etc
Now the moral of this story is ne'er tell a lie
Is ne'er tell a lie
etc
If you want any more
You can sing it again
etc
And played her guitar
Played her guitar
Played her guitar
She sat on the verandah
And played her guitar
Played her guitar
He sat down beside her
And smoked his cigar
etc
He said that he loved her
But oh! how he lied
etc
She said she believed him
But oh! how she sighed
etc
They were to be married
But somehow she died
etc
He went to her funeral
But just for the ride
etc
He sat on her tombstone
And laughed till he cried
etc
The tombstone fell on him
And squish squash he died
etc
She went to heaven
And flip flap she flied
etc
He went to t'other place
And frizzled & fried
etc
Now the moral of this story is ne'er tell a lie
Is ne'er tell a lie
etc
If you want any more
You can sing it again
etc
Tuesday, 16 October 2007
Thursday, 11 October 2007
As-tu remarque
Ce qui est au plafond ?
C’est une grosse bête
Qui roule a bicyclette
C’est un éléphant
Mais oui évidement
Il y une queue derrière
Et une autre devant
TRANSLATION
Have you noticed that thing on the ceiling?
It's a huge great beast riding on a bicycle.
It's an elephant!
Oh yes, of course
It has one tail at the back & another one in front
Ce qui est au plafond ?
C’est une grosse bête
Qui roule a bicyclette
C’est un éléphant
Mais oui évidement
Il y une queue derrière
Et une autre devant
TRANSLATION
Have you noticed that thing on the ceiling?
It's a huge great beast riding on a bicycle.
It's an elephant!
Oh yes, of course
It has one tail at the back & another one in front
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