Hickory Dickory Rock

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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

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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
 
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Hickory dickory Rock
Hickory dickory Rock
Hickory dickory Rock

Ding Dong Bell

Ding 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

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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

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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 Man

Dance, 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 Snow

I wanna say a word to the boys and girls
It's all about the  twist, and it goes like this

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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

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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

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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

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Don't be slow, twist with Papa Snow
Don't be slow, twist with Papa Snow

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Baa 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?

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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

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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 Whack

This 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 Children

You 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

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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

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Bebop Snowdrop

It 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
 
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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
 
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