Hickory Dickory RockChorus
Hickory dickory dock-aho- The mouse ran up the clock-aho- The clock struck one, that mouse ran down Hickory dickory Rock Hickory dickory dock-aho- The mouse ran up the clock-aho- I heard it bong, I wrote this song Hickory dickory rock Dickory dock, dickory doo-ahoo I can tell time and so can you Start at one, count 'round to twelve Listen for that ringing bell Chorus Instrumental Hickory dickory dock-aho- The mouse ran up the clock-aho- I heard it bong, I wrote this song Hickory dickory rock Dickory dock, dickory doo-ahoo I can tell time and so can you Start at one, count 'round to twelve Listen for that ringing bell Chorus Hickory dickory Rock Hickory dickory Rock Hickory dickory Rock Ding Dong BellDing dong bell pussy in the well
Who tossed him down? Bad bad Leroy Brown Who'll set him free? Engine number twenty three That's what I heard tell, ding dong bell Ding dong bell pussy in the well Leroy's so bad, his daddy's hoppin' mad Fit to be tied, Leroy better run and hide That's what I heard tell, ding dong bell This is what you get if you act mean to pets Your name will be mud if you don't treat 'em good Leroy's in a fix, he's about to get his licks So don't be nobody's fool ... Don't be cruel Ding dong bell pussy in the well Leroy ain't cool, he broke a golden rule How about all that ... tried to harm a pussy cat That's what I heard tell, ding dong bell That's what I heard tell, ding dong bell That's what I heard tell, ding dong bell One, Two, Buckle My Shoe ...Hip, hip om-de-diddy, hip, hip om-de-diddy-diddy
Hip, hip om-de-diddy, hip, hip om-de-diddy-diddy Hip, hip om-de-diddy, hip, hip om-de-diddy-diddy Hip, hip om-de-diddy, hip, hip om-de-diddy-diddy One, two, buckle that shoe, three, four, knock on my door Five, six, pick up your sicks. seven, eight, hold 'em out striaght Nine, ten, do it again, nice and smooth, you got the groove Stomp your feet and clap your hands, time to dance to papa's band Chorus You gotta put on your dancin' shoes, Movin' to that rhythm and blues Tap your toes and kick your heels Do it any way you feel One, two, ooh-poo-pah-doo three, four, do it some more Five, six, beatin' them sticks. Seven, eight, gonna be great Nine, ten, doin' a bend, feel that bass all in your face Sha-la-la, off-bop sh-bam time to dance to papa's band Chorus Hip, hip om-de-diddy, hip, hip om-de-diddy-diddy Hip, hip om-de-diddy, hip, hip om-de-diddy-diddy Hip, hip om-de-diddy, hip, hip om-de-diddy-diddy Hip, hip om-de-diddy, hip, hip om-de-diddy-diddy |
The Twang ManDance, baby, dance. Dance, baby, dance
As the Twang Man plays the groove Dance, baby, dance. Dance, baby, dance Let the Twang Man make you move It's so good, it's so low Come on baby ... Go! Go! Go! Dance, baby, dance. Dance, baby, dance Let the Twang man make you move Twist With Papa SnowI wanna say a word to the boys and girls
It's all about the twist, and it goes like this Chorus Twist a bit, I want you to twist a bit Move your hips and twist a bit You can do it! Twist a bit, twist a bit Don't be slow, twist with Papa Snow You could do the hula hoop You could do the loop-di-loop You could jump, you could bop, You could do the bunny hop, but Chorus You could shimmy, you could shake You could lock or you could break You could slip, you could slide You could do the pony ride, but Chorus You could strut, you could skip You could tap or you could dip A thousand dances on the list Now it's time to do the twist Chorus Don't be slow, twist with Papa Snow Don't be slow, twist with Papa Snow Baa Baa Black SheepBaa baa black sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full One for the master, one for his dame And one for the little girl who live down the lane She's a little girl, an itty -bitty girl But such a pretty girl, yeah, yeah, yeah Baa baa brown sheep have you any more? No sir, no sir, I gave you four None for the master none for his dame And none for your little boy, now ain't that a shame He's a little boy, a little country boy His mama's pride and joy, yeah, yeah, yeah Wool make your blanket, wool makes your hat Wool makes you warmer, now how about that? Wool makes your sweater, wool makes your socks And your pajamas, wool really rocks! Baa baa white sheep have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, I can give you some Some for the master, some for the dame And some for the boy and girl who live down the lane He's a little boy, she's a little girl They're a pretty pair, yeah, yeah, yeah He's a little boy she's a little girl They 're a pretty pair, yeah, yeah, yea Do You Know the Muffin Man?Chorus
Do you know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man? Do you know the Muffin Man the Muffin Man who lives down Drury Lane? Yes, I know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man Yes, I know the Muffin Man who lives down Drury Lane He's got muffins hot and sweet He might bring them down your street He can bake, he can shake Eat 'em up for goodness sake Yes, I know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man Yes, I know the Muffin Man who lives down Drury Lane Chorus When you hear his ringin' bell He's got something fresh to sell MMM ... those muffins sure smell good All around the neighborhood Yes, I know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man Yes, I know the Muffin Man who lives down Drury Lane |
Knick Knack Paddy WhackThis old man, playing one, playing knick-knack on a drum
With a knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone This rockin' daddy comes rollin' home This old man, playing two, playing knick-knack just for you With a knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone This rockin' daddy comes rollin' home This old man, playing three, playing knick-knack, glory be! With a knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone This rockin' daddy comes rollin' home This old man, playing four, feels so good, gotta do it some more With a knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone This rockin' daddy comes rollin' home This old man, playing five, papa gonna jump and jive With a knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone This rockin' daddy comes rollin' home This old man, playing six, papa's gonna play some licks With a knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone This rockin' daddy comes rollin' home Seven, eight, nine, and ten, this old man's gonna do it again With a knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone This rockin' daddy comes rollin' home Work it ChildrenYou gotta work it children, learn your ABC's
You gotta work it children, learn your ABC's Learn the alphabet and sing it back to me You gotta work it children, learn the numbers game You gotta work it children, learn the numbers game Count from one to ten, then count them up again Chorus You gotta work it children (gotta work it children) Gotta burn it children (gotta work it children) Gotta earn it children (gotta work it children) You gotta work it children (gotta work it children) Do what papa say, work it every day You gotta work it children, jump into those books You gotta work it children, jump into those books When you get the word, well then you'll know what cooks You gotta work it children, got to make your grades You gotta work it children, got to make your grades So be cool in school, then you'll have it made Chorus Bebop SnowdropIt happened on a winter's day, a little girl went out to play
Mom had wrapped her warm and snug, to keep away the sniffle bug Wandering round that big backyard, it looked just like a Christmas card And then she spied some pretty flowers she started at them for hours Bebop snow drops, swaying in the breeze Bebop snowdrops, they were as pretty as they could be Bebop snowdrops, dressed in white and green The prettiest little things there's ever been When it was time to go for tea, she told her mommy what she'd seen Dipping heads all in a row, ballerinas in the snow The little girl is very cool, loves to go to dancin' school She remembered every move, she got that snowdrop groove Chorus Bebop snow drops, swaying in the breeze Bebop snowdrops, she was as pretty as she could be Bebop snowdrops, dressed in white and green The prettiest little things there's ever been She's got a lotta rhythm, she really feels the beat Strikes a pose, points her toes, light upon her feet Kinda small but standing tall, shadow moving on the wall She can spin, she can twirls, papa's dancin' girl Chorus |
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