Fair Weathered Friends
Oh be kind to your fair weathered friends
'Cos a duck may be somebody's mother
She lives all alone in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp
Now you may think that this is the end
Well it is but to prove that I'm a liar
I'm going to sing it again
Only this time I'm going to sing it higher
Repeat the song singing with a higher pitch each time
Dewdrops on gumboots and bowls of rice crispies
Black soot on kettles and stew cooked in dixies
Sturdy wood gadgets all fashioned with string
These are a few of my favourite things
Green coloured ridge tents put up in a hurry
Whistles and cow horns and goulash and curry
Wild ducks that fly with sun on their wings
These are a few of my favourite things
Girls in blue tracksuits with navy blue jackets
Can’t get to sleep for the noise and the racket
Bright golden mornings that make us all sing
These are a few of my favourite things
When the camp ends, when the coach comes
When we’re feeling sad
We simply remember our favourite camp things
And then we don’t feel so bad!
Gertie ate some marmalade, and then she ate some jam,
Gertie ate some luncheon meat and then she ate some spam.
Gertie drank some lemonade and then some ginger beer
And Gertie wondered what it was that her feel so queer.
Whoops, went the marmalade and whoops went the jam,
Whoops went the luncheon meat and whoops went the spam,
Fizz went the lemonade and popped the ginger beer
And Gertie knew just what it was that made her feel so queer!
Ging gang gooley gooley gooley
On a push bike ging gang goo ging gang goo
Ging gang gooley gooley gooley
On a push bike ging gang goo ging gang goo
Pedal, you've got to pedal, you've got to pedal up that hill
Pedal, you've got to pedal, you've got to pedal up that hill
Down again, down again, down again, down again
Puncture, puncture, puncture ......
Go well and safely
Go well and safely
Go well and safely
The Lord be ever with you
My grandfather's clock
Was too tall for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Gray squirrel, Gray squirrel
Shake your bushy tail
Gray squirrel, Gray squirrel
Shake your bushy tail
Put a nut between your toes
Then you wipe your dirty nose
Gray squirrel, Gray squirrel
Shake your bushy tail
Charlie was a parachutist in the RAF,
Charlie was a parachutist in the RAF,
Charlie was a parachutist in the RAF,
But he ain't gonna jump no more
**Chorus : Glory, glory what a helluva* way to die,
Glory glory, what a helluva way to die
Glory glory, what a helluva way to die
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
He jumped without a parachute from forty thousand feet,
He landed on the runway like a lump of strawberry jam,
They scraped him off the tarmac with a knife and fork and spoon,
They put him in an envelope and sent him home to Mum
She put him on the mantelpiece for all the world to see
She served him up with crumpets when the Vicar came to tea
In a pad in a forest green
Bum bum bum bum
Crazy Herman was surveying the scene
Bum bum bum bum
Saw a rabbit hopping by
A rapping on his door
Bum bum bum
"Like help, like help" came his plea
Bum bum bum bum
Agricultural man exterminate me
Bum bum bum bum
Little rabbit don't scream and shout
Come in and we'll hang out
She sat on her hammock and strummed her guitar,
Strummed her guitar, strummed her guitar,
She sat on her hammock and strummed her guitar,
Strummed her guitar-ah-ah-ar.
He sat down beside her and smoked his cigar,
Smoked his cigar, smoked his cigar,
He sat down beside her and smoked his cigar,
Smoked his cigar-ah-ah-ar.
He told her he loved her, but oh how he lied . . .
They were to be married, but she up and died . . .
He went to the funeral, just for the ride . . .
She went up to heaven, and flip-flop she flied . . .
He went down to Hades, and sizzled and fried . . .
The moral of this story is, "Don't tell a lie . . .
(Sung on a round, last line repeated while others sing through again)
We went to Hesley Woods to camp in the sun
And it rained, ha ha, it rained and it rained and it
rained, ha ha, it rained and it rained and it
Rained in the sausages, it rained in the stew
It rained in my wellies and my socks are soggy too
And it rained, ha ha, it rained and it rained and it
Rained, ha ha, it rained and it rained and it ...
(to the tune of “It’s a Long Way to Tiperary”)
It’s a good time to get acquainted
It’s a good time to know
Who is sitting close beside you
So smile and say Hello “hello”
Goodbye lonesome feeling
Farewell glassy stare
Here’s my hand my name is ….
Put your hand right there
It's a world of laughter, a world of tears.
It's a world of hopes and a world of fears.
There's so much that we share,
That it's time we're aware,
It's a small world after all.
Chorus:
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small, small world.
There is just one moon and one golden sun,
And a smile means friendship to everyone.
Though the mountains divide,
And the oceans are wide,
It's a small world after all.
(Spoken very much like a rap)
Hello my name is Joe
I have a wife and a dog a family
I work in a button factory
One day my boss came up to me and said
"Hey Joe are you busy"
I said "Heck no"
He said Turn the button with your left hand (turn your left hand)
...turn the button with your right hand (turn your right hand)
...turn the button with your left foot (turn your left foot)
...turn the button with your right foot (turn your right foot)
...turn the button with your head (nod your head)
Hello my name is Joe
I have a wife and a dog a family
I work in a button factory
One day my boss came up to me and said
"Hey Joe are you busy"
I said "YES"