Boom Chicka Boom
Audience repeats after the leader
I said boom!
I said boom chicka-boom!
I said booma-chicka-rocka-chicka-rocka-chicka-boom!
Uh huh! Oh yeah! One more time... ???? style
Other Verses:
Underwater: sing with fingers dribbling
against your lips
Loud: as loud as you can!
Slowly: as slow and drawn out
as possible
Opera: sing in an opera voice
Tongue in Cheek
Janitor style: I said
a Broom-Pusha-Broom,
I said a Broom-pusha-mopa-pusha-mopa-pusha-broom
Barn-yard Style: I said
a moo chicka moo
I said a moo chicka bocka chicka bocka chicka
moo...
Flower Style: I said a bloom.
I said a bloom chica blossom chica blossom
chica bloom...
Race Car Style:I said a vroom.
I said a vroom shifta grind-a shifta grind-a
shifta vroom...
Oh Ye cannae push yer Granny off a bus
Click here for the tune: She'll be Coming Round
the Mountain
Oh ye cannae push yer Granny off a bus,
Oh ye cannae push yer granny
off a bus,
Oh ye cannae push yer Granny
'Cos she's yer Mammy's Mammy,
Oh ye cannae push yer Granny off a bus!
Oh my Granny wears a awf'y scratchy vest (scratch scratch)
Oh my Granny wears a awf'y scratchy vest (scratch scratch)
Oh my Granny wears a scratchy,
Granny wears a scratchy,
Granny wears an awf'y scratchy vest (scratch, scratch)
Other Verses
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Oh my Granny’s got an awful runny nose
(sniff, sniff, etc)
-
Oh we'll all go round to Granny's for our
tea (Hello Granny, etc )
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Oh my Granny eats her porridge wi' a fork
(slurp, slurp etc )
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Oh my Granny’s always giving me a kiss
(kiss, kiss)
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Ye can shove yer other Granny off a bus,
'Cos she's yer Daddy's mammy
Peter Rabbit's got a fly upon his nose
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John Brown's Body
Peter Rabbit's got a fly upon his nose
Peter Rabbit's got a fly upon his nose
Peter Rabbit's got a fly upon his nose
So he flipped it and he flopped it and the fly flew away
Chorus
Floppy ears and curly whiskers
Floppy ears and curly whiskers
Floppy ears and curly whiskers
So he flipped it and he flopped it and the fly flew away
Make up some appropriate actions to go with
it
I Love The Flowers
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I love the flowers, I love the daffodils.
I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills.
I love the fireside, when all the lights are low.
Boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom
Get Your Bits off the Table
Click here for the tune: She'll be Coming Round the Mountain
Get your elbows of the table - (name of person)
Get your elbows of the table - (name of person)
We have seen you do it twice
And it isn't very nice
Get your elbows off the table (Name)
Various other body parts follow...
Granny’s in the Cellar
Click here for the tune: Y'all Come
Granny's in the cellar, Lordy can't ya smell her,
Makin' biscuits on her wood burnin' stove,
In her eye there's some matter,
that keeps drippin' in the batter.
And she's singing as the snot (sniff) runs down her nose.
(chorus)
Down her nose, down her nose
She is singing as the snot (sniff) runs down her nose.
In her eye there's some matter,
that keeps drippin' in the batter.
And she's singing as the snot (sniff) runs down her nose.
...Makin' jelly on her wood burning stove,
There are boils on her belly,
they keep oosin' in the jelly, .
(chorus)
...Cookin' peaches on her wood burning stove,
On her lips there are leaches,
they keep fallen' in the peaches
(chorus)
...Cookin' peas on her wood burning stove,
There are scabs on her knees,
they keep bleedin' in the peas
(chorus)
...Cookin' rice on her wood burning stove,
In her hair there is lice,
they keep fallin' in the rice
(chorus)
Granny's in the Cellar (2)
Click here for the tune: Y'all Come
Granny's in the cellar
Lordy, can't you smell her
Cooking biscuits on her old fashioned stove
In her eye there is some matter
That keeps dripping in the batter
And she whistles as the [sniff] runs down her nose
Down her nose, down her nose
She whistles as the [sniff] runs down
her nose
In her eye there is some matter
That keeps dripping in the batter
And she whistles as the [sniff]
runs down her nose
Granpa's in the basement
And to his amazement
There is something in the wine he made last fall
And his eyes are getting redder
As his tongue is getting wetter
'Cause it's ninety-seven percent alcohol
Alcohol, alcohol
It's ninety-seven percent alcohol
His eyes are getting redder
As his tongue is getting wetter
'Cause it's nInety-seven percent
alcohol.
Granny's in the laundry
And she's in a quandary
'Cause she put some starch in with her underwear
And it's gonna be disaster
When it dries as hard as plaster
But she's tough as nails and so she doesn't care
Underwear, underwear
She put some starch in with her
underwear
And It's gonna be disaster when
it dries as hard as plaster
But she's tough as nails so she
don't care.
Eat a Small Squirrel
Tune: "It's
a Small World"
Chorus:
Eat a small squirrel at the hall
Eat a small squirrel at the hall
Eat a small squirrel at the hall
Eat a squirrel in the dining hall
Verse
It's a squirrel
with ketchup, it's a squirrel with bread
It's a squirrel
with mustard lets hope it's dead
It's a squirrel
that's fried, it's a squirrel that's boiled
Eat a squirrel
in the dining hall
Sam, Sam, the Lavatory Man
Tune: Tom Tom the Piper's Son (roughly)
The actions are a must when
singing this song.
Sam, Sam, the lavatory man,
Chief inspector of the out house clan
(stand straight
like soldier & salute)
He issues the tissues, the paper, and the towels
(pass out 'items')
He listens to the sounds of the rumbling bowels
(hold hand to
ear)
Down, down, down below the ground
(point down on
down)
Where all the little poopies are swimming around
(swimming motion)
There sits Sam, the lavatory man,
Scooping up the poopies,
Scooping up the poopies,
Scooping up the poopies in his little tin can!
(scoop 3x times
and proudly hold up 'tin can')
Tails
This is more of a Guide song taught to me by a Venture
Scout (as she was then some 14 years ago) who
was had previously been in the Guides. Anyway, I like it.
If everybody had a tail, and chose its shape and size,
Would you prefer a tufted one to swat at passing flies,
Or would you have a stumpy one to thump
on wooden floors
or perhaps a warm and fluffy one to curl around your paws?
Chorus
Tails, tails, tails, you can swing them to and fro,
You can wrap them round your middle, you can trail them in the snow,
You can wave them when you're angry, you can wag them when you're glad,
You can chase them round and round and round and round, until you drive the neighbours
mad.
Chorus
And would you like it stripy, speckled, plain or maybe spotted?
And would you wear it curly, straight or elegantly knotted,
And if it were prehensile, what enormous fun to be,
The envy of your neighbours as you swing from tree to tree.
Chorus
If tails were made detachable how useful it would be,
to wear your tail for parties or for
going to the sea,
Or if you're going out at night with safety first in mind,
To wear a red fluorescent one to light you up behind.
Chorus
The Goat Dance or
The Patagonian Shepherds Song or
Tomorrow we’ll have Kippers for Tea
Tomorrow we’ll have Kippers for Tea
Kippers for Tea, Kippers for Tea
Tomorrow we’ll have Kippers for Tea
Kippers for Tea tomorrow
This is sung while one person dances around the Campfire circle with their trouser
legs rolled Up. The audience claps and sings along.
Once the verse is finished, the “shepherd” faces One of the audience and
leaps into the air with a scream.
The audience member replies with a leap and scream of their own and they both dance
off Around the circle one behind the other.
After the next verse someone else is picked and they join the line. The leap and scream
greeting being passed along the line.
This time the second shepherd dances
at the front and does the picking.
The lead dancer switches from the front to the back of the line throughout until there
are enough people dancing to make it dangerous.
This can also be done without singing the words with everyone just NA NAing and clapping
as they go. It doesn't really have a tune as such its just a regular clapping rhythm.
Our Chief Scout
Click her for the tune: 'Old King Cole'
Our chief Scout was a jolly fine Scout
And a jolly fine Scout was he
He called for his hat
And he called for hi staff
And he called for his Wolf Cubs 3
Now every wolf cub was a fine chap
And a jolly fine chap was he
Dyb dyb dyb dyb dyb said the Wolf cubs
Jolly fine chaps are we
There’s none so fine that can compare
With te boys of the old B>P>
Verses
·
Ha ha ha ha ha said the Boy Scouts
·
We do all the work said the PLs
·
No More shorts for us said the Seniors
·
Beer beer beer beer beer said the Rovers
It can also be done by singing the line appropriate to the verse you are on and adding
all the previous lines to it as well e.g. Beer beer
beer beer beer said the Rovers, No more shorts for us said the Seniors etc. etc.
Bravo, Bravissimo
A very nice way of saying thank you
Bravo, bravo, bravo, bravissimo
Bravo, bravo, jolly well done!
Bravo, bravissimo, bravo, bravissimo
Bravo, bravissimo, jolly well done!
Bicycle Built for Two
Tune: Daisy Daisy
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do
I'm half crazy, all for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage,
But you'll look sweet, upon the seat,
Of a bicycle
made for two.
Daisy Daisy the coppers are after you
If they catch you they’ll give you a month or two
They’ll tie you up with wire
And throw you in the Maria
So ring your bell and pedal like hell
On a bicycle made for two.
I Points to Myself
Performed in a German accent
I points to myself, vas is das here;
Das is mine top-notch-er, ya mama dear.
Top-notch-er, top-notch-er, ya mama dear.
Dat's wot I learned in der school
boom-boom!
As you sing this action-song, point to the proper body part when you mention it.
For
example, point to the top of your head when you sing topnotcher. Continue singing and add another part of your body for each
verse
and repeat the others going backwards in reverse order. Try as many verses as you want, using the list below.
For the boom-boom, clap hands, bang tables,or stamp your feet.
Point To
Sing:
Top of Head
Topnotcher
Brow
Sweat browser
Eye
Eye Winker
Nose
Horn Blower
Mustache
Soup Strainer
Mouth
Food Chomper
Chin
Chin Chowser
Neck
Rubber Necker
Stomach
Bread Basket
Willy
Wily Wangler
Bum
Poop Shooter
Knee
Knee Knocker
Foot
Foot Stomper
An
Old Austrian
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An
old Austrian went a-yodelling
On a mountain top high
When along came an avalanche
Interrupting his cry
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Chorus
Yodell-a kee
kee ah Yodell-a-cuckoo
(whoosh whoosh)
Yodell-a kee kee ah Yodell-a-cuckoo
(whoosh whoosh)
Yodell-a kee kee
ah Yodell-a-cuckoo
(whoosh whoosh)
Yodell-a kee kee ah oh
Other verses
.When along came a grizzly bear (grr grr)
. . . a St Bernard dog
(pant pant)
. . . a Jersey Cow (Psst Psst)
. . . a maiden fair (kiss kiss)
.
. . a farmers gun (bang)
The farmers gun ends the song on the first BANG!
A Ram Sam Sam
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A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam
Gilli gilli gilli gilli gilli ram sam sam
A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam
Gilli gilli gilli gilli gilli ram sam sam
A rafi a rafi
Gilli gilli gilli gilli gilli ram sam sam
A rafi a rafi
Gilli gilli gilli gilli gilli ram sam sam
Actions:
Ram sam sam
Slap your knees
Gooli gooli..
With your fingertips, ruffle the
hair of the people on either side of you.
A rafi
wave arms in the air as though
drumming
Repeat the song a number of times, getting
faster and faster. Or alternatively, the song can be sung in a four-part round!
Cecil the Caterpillar
This item is spoken not sung usually in
a silly voice. Also, the first 2 lines are accompanied by a clapping/thigh slapping Rhythm.
Cecil is a caterpillar. Cecil is my FRIEND!
The last time I saw Cecil, he was THIS big.
(average-sized caterpillar)
I said "Good morning Cecil. What have you been
doing today?" and Cecil said "I've
been eating
a bit of a cabbage leaf."
Cecil is a caterpillar. Cecil is my FRIEND!
The last time I saw Cecil, he was THIS big.
(slightly larger caterpillar)
I said "Good morning Cecil. What have you been
doing today?" and Cecil said "I've
eaten a WHOLE
cabbage leaf."
Cecil is a caterpillar. Cecil is my FRIEND!
The last time I saw Cecil, he was THIS big.
(even larger caterpillar)
I said "Good morning Cecil. What HAVE you been
doing today?" and Cecil said "I've
eaten a WHOLE
CABBAGE!"
Cecil is a caterpillar. Cecil is my FRIEND!
The last time I saw Cecil, he was THIS big.
(a larger caterpillar still...)
I said "Good morning Cecil. What HAVE you been
doing today?" and Cecil said "I've
eaten a whole
ROW of cabbages!"
Continue with Cecil eating his way through a field
of cabbages, all the cabbages
on the farm, in the
county, country, world and finally universe, and
growing each time, to arms' length etc. and finally
the full width of the campfire circle, indicated by the
storyteller running "from HERE to HERE!"
Cecil is a caterpillar. Cecil is my FRIEND!
The last time I saw Cecil, he was THIS big.
(Indicate a normal, little caterpillar
size.)
I said "Good morning Cecil. What HAVE you been
doing
today?" and Cecil said
"I've been sick.......!"
The Wild Rover
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I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
Chorus
And it's no, nay, never, (right up your kilt)
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.
I went into an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
A customer like you I could have any day."
Chorus
I took from my pocket ten gold sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."
Chorus
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they forgive me as they’ve done before
I never will play the wild rover no more.
Chorus
The Hells Angel
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Well I've been a hells angel for many a year
And I’ve spent all me money on black leather gear
But now I’m returning my bum it is sore
And never I’ll play the hells angel no more
Chorus
And it's No Nay Never (Right up your clutch)
No nay never no more
Will I play the hells angel
No never no more
I went into a garage I used to frequent
And told the mechanic my crankshaft was bent
I asked for a new one, he answered me nay
He said your’s is Norton we stock BSA
Chorus
I took from my pocket, a brand new flick knife
And his eyes opened wide, in fear for his life
He shouted I'M SORRY, TAKE WHAT YOU LIKE
I said ta very much mate I'll have a new bike
Chorus
Well as I was picking my brand new machine
Some 40 odd skinheads appeared on the scene
They said “Oi, you want bovver?”, I could not say nay
As 20 steel toecaps were heading my way
Chorus
Now as I recover in the intensive care ward
I practice my alphabet to stop getting bored
‘Cos after the kicking my head it is sore
And never I’ll play the Hells Angel no more
Yellow Bird
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Yellow Bird with a yellow bill
Sitting on my window sill
Coaxed him closer with a piece of bread
Then I squashed his fuzzy head
Other verses
....piece of cheese ....And then I whacked....it on the knees....
....plate of spaghetti....then I cut off its wings....with my machete....
....bottle of Tizer....and then I put it....in the liquidiser....
....Spice Girls poster....and then I put it....in the pop-up toaster....
....chicken Chow Mein....put a straw up its nose....and sucked out its brain....
You can also try
A little kitten, a little cat,
Was sitting on my welcome mat.
I lured him in he began to purr,
And then I ripped out all his fur,
...at which point we draw a halt to the proceedings
Found a Peanut
Found a Peanut
Found a peanut, found a peanut,
found a peanut just now.
Just now I found a peanut,
found a peanut just now.
Continue in similar manner with:
- It was rotten
- Ate it anyway
- Got a stomach ache
- Called the doctor
- Had surgery
- Died anyway
- Went to Heaven
- Didn’t want me
- Went to hell
- Didn’t want me
- Came to Life Again
- Found a peanut
There seems to be loads of different versions of this
song so I've just picked out the most common verses.
Nosepicker
Tune:
The Yellow Rose of Texas
I pick
my nose in Dallas
I pick
it in New York
I
pick it with my finger
And
I pick it with my fork
CHORUS:
‘Cause
I am a nosepicker
morning
noon and Night
I
pick it on the left side
and
move on to the right
My
mummy says I’m naughty
She
sends me off to bed
So
when she comes to get me
I
flick bogies at her head
CHORUS
Sometimes
they’re green and runny
Sometimes
they’re black and hard
And
when I get real hungry
I
eat them by the yard
CHORUS
I
like it on lasagna
I
like it with some cheese
And
when I get real hungry
I
just give a great big sneeze
(Aaa-choo!)
The Humpty Haka
As created by Max Boyce.
It’s dead easy, basically you
do the Maori Haka using the
words of the nursery rhyme
"Humpty Dumpty".
However,
change "Humpty
Dumpty" to "Humpety
Dumpety" to make it follow
the proper tune.
Make sure you employ plenty
of
exaggerated arm movements
and tounge sticking out just
like the All Blacks do at the start
of an international when
they do
the proper Haka.
The
Ballad of the Woggler’s Mooly
To
the tune of Clementine.
This
is a nonsense song made famous by
by
the great Kenneth Williams and he sang
it with
a very West Country accent when in
the
role of perhaps his greatest comic
character
creation - Rambling Sid Rumpo
the
folk singer.
For your information and as described by
Rambling Sid himself "A mooly is a sort of
smoked cuttlefish of the whelk family,
or a brother-in-law you might say".
Joe,
he was a young cordwangler,
Munging
greebles he did go,
And
he loved a bogler's daughter
By
the name of Chiswick Flo.
Vain
she was and like a grusset
Though
her gander parts were fine,
But
she sneered at his cordwangle
As
it hung upon the line.
So
he stole a woggler's mooly
For
to make a wedding ring,
But
the Bow Street Runners caught him
And
the judge said "He will swing."
Oh,
they hung him by the postern,
Nailed
his mooly to the fence
For
to warn all young cordwanglers
That
it was a grave offence.
(absolutely mental!)
Campfires
in Heaven
Tune: Oh Lord It's hard to be humble (sort of)
This one was very kindly left in the site guestbook by Penny Gibbons
from Cornwall. I think it's a funny one and deserves to be on the main page. Thanks Penny
I remember I met an old Scouter,
He had clearly not long for this life.
He said "Man, I’m trying not the
think about dying,
But it's causing me trouble and strife.
Now I know that I'll meet my late Missus
When at last
up to heaven I go.
But there's one thing, you see, more important to me,
And it's this that I'm longing to know."
CHORUS
Does
the Lord allow campfires in Heaven?
Can you "Ging Gang Goolie" when you’re dead?
Can you sing all those songs
that you’ve loved for so long?
Or is it just choirs of angels instead?
Can you strum a guitar round that campfire,
Singing
"Haylah Shaylah" when you’ve gone?
If the angels get narked when I don’t use a harp
Then I really don’t
want to pass on.
Well I pondered the questions he asked me
The next night as I lay on my bed
And those small
seeds of doubt kept buzzing about
Like a bumblebee inside my head
Now assuming that I go to heaven
When I curl up
my tootsies and die
Will it be like we’re told with the streets paved with gold
Or a great campsite up in the
sky?
CHORUS
And
if the heavens above don’t show heavenly love
Or some tolerant mercy inspired
Then I’ll go when I die to
the place where I’ll fry
But at least I’ll enjoy the good fires.
Now my friend has passed on to his
maker
And I’m sure, now I’ve given it some thought
That the Lord, good and wise, will have one last surprise
And
I believe it’s the one that I’ve sought.
When I finally meet old Saint Peter
And he opens those pearly gates
wide
His bright gaze I will follow to a great campfire hollow
To see my friend with B-P by his side.
Then I will
know that
The Lord allows campfires in Heaven
You can "Ging Gang Goolie" when you’re dead
You can sing all
those songs that you’ve loved for so long
It ain’t just choirs of angels instead
You can strum a guitar
round that campfire,
Singing "Haylah Haylah Shaylah" when you’ve gone
‘Cos the angels aren’t narked
when I don’t use a harp
And that is the end of this song.