| Birdie,
birdie
in
the
sky Why'd you drop that in my eye I won't sigh, I won't cry I'm only glad that cows don't fly |
I wish I had your
picture It would be very nice I'd put it in the attic to scare away the mice |
I wish I held you my
arms My heart would be aquiver And if I held you near the shore I'd throw you in the river |
Your mother was a
commie Your father was a spy And you're the dirty little rat Who told the F.B.I |
I wish I was a birdie Up in the sky so blue I'd fly over my teacher's head You know what birdies do! |
I went to kiss my girlfriend I had to do it sneaking I kissed her on the mouth but oooh, her nose was leaking |
I love you, I love
you, I love you so well If I had a peanut I'd give you the shell I love you, I love you, with my heart and soul If I had a doughnut I'd give you the hole |
Roses are red,
violets are blue Sugar is sweet and so are you But the roses are wilting The violets are dead The sugar bowl's empty And so is your head |
How red is the rose How deep is the well Your feet are like flowers 'Cause boy do they smell! |
I think of you when I
am dreaming That's why I always wake up screaming |
I hold you in a fond embrace Just don't take that bag off of your face |
A peanut sat on the railroad track It's heart was all a'flutter Along came the 5:05 Oops, peanut butter! |
A cow stood on a
railroad track A train was coming fast The train got off the railroad track To let the cow go past |
Roses are red Paper is thin Your ears are like leaves 'Cause they flap in the wind |
My mother yelled as I
slept "Get up you lazy sinner We need your sheet for a tablecloth And it's almost time for dinner" |
| I'm not going to
marry that schoolteacher I'll tell you the reason why She blows her nose in old cornbread And calls it pumpkin pie |
I'm not going to
marry that old maid I'll tell you the reason why Her neck's so long and stringy boys I'm afraid she wouldn't die |
I got a gal, she's
six feet tall She sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall |
A ventriloquist lived
in New York who had a dummy he couldn't make talk And so with a pin, he stuck it and then It not only talked, but it walked! |
Tis done under the mistletoe Tis done under the rose But the proper place to kiss you know Is just under the nose |
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