Chicken Road
Take a walk down Chicken Road
Chick, chick, chick, chick Chicken Road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down Chicken Road
Say Hello to Farmer Johnson
Farmer Dave and Farmer Smoot
They all moved here from Wisconsin
To cash in on the chicken loot
Chicken cash is for the taking
Spend all you want, there's always more
Anything you want with chicken
You'll find it at the chicken store
There's chicken pickles, chicken gum
Chicken juice and chicken candy
Chicken fruit and chicken pork chops
Chicken wine and chicken brandy
Everything is chicken there
There's chicken shampoo for your hair
There's chicken lipstick, chicken shoes
There's chicken gossip and chicken news
In chicken temples and chicken churches
They pray in pews and up on perches
Upstairs in the gallery
The chicken choir sings harmony
Take a walk down chicken road
Chick-chic-chic-chic-a-chicken road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down chicken road
Take a walk down chicken
Take a walk down chicken
Take a walk down chicken, chicken road
Take a walk down chicken road
Chick-chic-chic-chic-a-chicken road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down chicken road
There's chicken babies, chicken grown-ups
Chicken music, chicken doughnuts
Chicken windows, chicken doors
There's chicken houses with chicken floors
There's chicken doctors, chicken nurses
When things go wrong there's chicken curses
There's chicken noodles, chicken soups
There's chickens playing guitars in groups
There's chicken littles, chicken bigs
There's chickens wearing feather wigs
There's a chicken smile and a chicken grin
There's a chicken takin' it on the chin
There's chickens rich and chickens poor
There's a chicken who looks like Leslie Gore
There's a chicken language, a chicken tongue
There's an old spring chicken who's already sprung
There's chicken left and chicken right
There's a tough young chicken who's pickin a fight
There's chicken desire and chicken delite
There's chickens on ground and chickens in flight
There's chickens dull and chickens bright
Whatever you want in a chicken, it's there
And when you feel you've had your fill
Of all this chicken stuff
Just walk back out the way you came
Just say 'I've had enough'
Take a walk down chicken road
Chick-chic-chic-chic-a-chicken road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down chicken road
Take a walk down chicken, chicken road
Take a walk down chicken road
Chick-chic-chic-chic-a-chicken road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down chicken road
© 1991 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved.
Used by permission. Mop Mop Music ASCAP
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I'm a Little Twerp
I'm a little twerp
I'm a little twerp
I'm a little twerp
And I'm messin' around in your hair
I like to steal your chewing gum
I like to break your pencils
In class I make you giggle so
You'll get in trouble with Mrs. Grentzels
I like to laugh when you make mistakes
When we play a game, I win
You always say I cheat
And I always rub it in
I'm a little twerp
And I'm messin' around in your hair
I'll rat on you to mom and dad
I'll get dessert when you don't
When I've cleaned my room and mowed the lawn
I'll go to the movies--You won't
I'm a little twerp
And I'm messin' around in your hair
I pinch your arm and pull your pigtail
I ride your bike without permission
And when you try to get back at me
I disappear like a magician
'Cause I'm a little twerp
And I'm messin' around in your hair
© 1991 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Mop Mop Music ASCAP
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Born to Chew (We Eat Meat)
Yo! My name is Rex. Rex, the dinosaur!
I'm a carnivore dinosaur, and what that means is,
Me and my buddies, we don't eat anything 'cept it's meat
And we're gonna sing ya a song about it, okay?
We eat meat
We eat meat
Up in the air
Or under our feet
It sure tastes neat
We don't eat grass,or bugs or fruit
When we want a snack, when we want a treat
It's gotta be meat
I know some like to suck on seaweed
Others like to lick up all they eat
But we've got teeth, you know what we need
We need to gnaw on some meat
I say yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah)!
We were born to chew
That's what our mothers always told us we had to do
Born to chew
Well momma, take a look at this!
Chewing, tearing and gnawing!
I know some like to suck on seaweed
Others like to lick up all they eat
But we've got teeth, you know what we need
We need to gnaw on some meat
I say yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah)!
We were born to chew
That's what our mothers always told us we had to do
Born to chew
Well momma, take a look at this!
© 1990 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved. Used by permission.
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The Dinosaur Song
Dinosaurs were here and now they're gone
Nobody has seen one for a long time
Pterodactyls, Brontosaurs, Tyrannosaurus Rex
Isn't it interesting how the world has changed?
Dinosaurs ate plants and some ate meat
And worms and roots and things that we don't eat
Some had duck bills, some had wings, all of them laid eggs
Isn't it interesting how the world has changed?
Stegosaurus
Had two brains but was very dull
One in his tail and one in his skull
Horns and spikes all over his back
Flattened his enemies with a whack
Brachiasaurus
He was a giant, forty feet high
Feet in the swamp, head in the sky
He had his nose on top of his head
When he sneezed, all the animals fled
Brontosaurus
He weighed 60,000 pounds
Thundering footsteps shook the ground
The swamp was where he liked to stay
Day after day after day after day
Pterodactyl
Flew by gliding through the air
Animal, vegetable, he didn't care
Everything to him was lunch
Tasty treats to find and munch
But everyone hit the decks
When they saw Tyrannosaurus Rex
He looked to his left, he looked to his right
Always itching for a fight
Always ready for a bite
Anytime, day or night
He ate EVERYTHING in sight
But don't worry, you'll never see him
Unless you go with your mom and dad to the museum...
Cause dinosaurs went someplace no one's sure
Nobody can find them anymore
Seeing just their footprints, bones and fossils sure is strange
Isn't it interesting how the world can change?
© 1985 Richard Greene, Elizabeth Greene, Gunnar Madsen and Ruth Young
All rights reserved.
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Elephant Traffic Jam
There's a traffic jam.
In the jungle,
The jungle,
A traffic jam.
All the elephants
Are standing trunk to tail.
All the elephants are angry.
No, they don't budge,
They don't move,
They don't budge,
They don't move,
They don't budge,
They don't move,
And they don't get anywhere.
© 1990 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved. Used by permission.
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The Evelyn Way
Evelyn was the most happiest pig
Rollin' in the mud, chewin' on a twig
Loungin' half the day, playin' til late at night
Evelyn was my guiding light
She taught me to live and enjoy every day
Now I live life the Evelyn way!
Well you roll to the left then ya roll to the right
When you're covered in mud then ya lie in the sunlight
Bake til you're done then yawn and say:
Haw, haw, heeee, the Evelyn Way!
Put your tail in the air and your nose to the ground
If you smell something good make a piggy-back sound say
Root, root, root, and grunt, grunt, grunt, and
Haw, haw, heeee, the Evelyn Way!
Ya got a nose like a nickel
(a nose like a nickel)
A piece a pepperoni in your ear
And though your feet get pickled
(your feet get pickled)
You know they're gonna taste real good with beer (Beer!)
(They'll taste even better with Root Beer!)
So learn to live with a grunt and a squeal
Put a smile on your face and eat a big meal
Don't work too hard, relax and play!
Haw haw hee--The Evelyn Way!
© 1990 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved. Used by permission.
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Tiny Mosquito
I'm just a tiny mosquito
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzzing you all night long
I'm just a tiny mosquito
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzzing my favorite song
Late at night, I need a bite, I'm hungry
I depend on a warm blooded friend
Oh, I'm just a tiny mosquito
Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz, buzz buzz
Everytime I see the covers slip
Hear the snoring lip
Just a little sip
They will hardly know I'm even there, no, they won't miss a drip
How sweet the nectar that the humans bring
It's a lovely spring! Gives me cause to sing
I'm the luckiest bug in the air!
I'm just a tiny mosquito
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzzing you all night long
I'm just a tiny mosquito
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzzing my favorite song
It's a charming refrain in a light-hearted vein
It's a tune that gets under your skin
Oh, I'm just a tiny mosquito
Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz, buzz buzz
I watch a lady take the evening air
She brushes back her hair
Look, her arm is bare
And her fragrance is intoxicating, she's pulsing with life
I swoop and dive and dodge her clumsy hand
Find a place to land
Oh, this game is grand!
I'm the luckiest bug in the air!
I'm just a tiny mosquito
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzzzzzzzzzz....(SLAP!)
...You missed me - Bloody good try...
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz!
©1999 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved. Used by permission.
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Selling Lemonade
There's two kids selling lemonade in the shade
In the shade
Two kids selling lemonade in the shade
Comin' right up, in a paper cup
There's a dog chewin' on a bone all alone
All alone
A dog chewin' on a bone all alone
There's a fly keeps buzzin' by
He's keeping his eye on that buzzin' fly
By the hedge there's a yellow hat, it's Mrs. Platt
Mrs. Platt
She always wears that hat, Mrs. Platt
Snip snip snip, at a steady clip
Her yard's neat, the neatest on the street
It's a lazy summer afternoon, Saturday, the end of June and
Time is moving slow
There's no place I need to go
Time is sweet and slow
©1999 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved. Used by permission.
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Old Mr. Mackle Hackle
Old Mr. Mackle Hackle had a hen that wouldn't cackle
Oh no, oh no
He took the hen to Dr. Boyce, the doctor said "She's lost her voice!"
Oh no, oh no
The doctor said a brand new beak would fix her up so she could squeak but
Oh no, oh no
Mr. Mackle Hackle said "Chickens can't squeak they gotta cackle!"
He took the hen to Mabel Mack to try to get her cackle back but
Oh no, oh no
Then Mabel Mack brought out a sack and found the hen a little snack
Oh no, oh no
The chicken gobbled up the snack, turned it's back and gave a quack
Oh no, oh no
Mr. Mackle Hackle said "Chickens can't quack they gotta cackle!"
Chickens can't squeak, they gotta cackle
Chickens can't quack, they gotta cackle
Please help Mr. Mackle Hackle fix his chicken's broken cackle
Squeak, squeak, quack, quack, try it again
"Squeak, squeak, quack, quack"
Poor old Mr. Mackle Hackle's problems seemed too big to tackle
Oh no, oh no
Mr. Mackle Hackle bought a book on how to make his chicken cackle
Oh no, oh no
He read the book from A to Z, the chicken said "Please let me be!"
Oh no, oh no
Mr. Mackle Hackle said "Chickens can't talk, they gotta cackle!"
Chickens can't squeak, they gotta cackle
Chickens can't quack, they gotta cackle
Chickens can't talk, they gotta cackle
Please help Mr. Mackle Hackle fix his chicken's broken cackle
Squeak, squeak, quack, talk, try it again
"Squeak, squeak, quack, Hello"
Old Mr. Mackle Hackle had a hen that wouldn't cackle
Oh no, oh no
If you want your hen to cackle, listen Mr. Mackle Hackle
Here's how, oh yeah
Just tell your hen some chicken jokes, it usually works on feathery folks
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Jokes that make her yuk and yak'll help your chicken find her missing cackle
© 1985 G. Madsen, R. Young, R. Greene All rights reserved.
Used by permission. Best of Breed Music ASCAP
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Flying, flying
I was walking along, I felt kind of light
Light in a mysterious way
So I started to skip, Then I started to run
Then I started to float away
I spread my arms, I held my breath
My feet dangled out behind me
I flew down the street and over my school
And away where no one could find me
CHORUS: I floated away
Flying, flying
High above all that I'd known
I floated away
Flying, flying
Far, far away from my home
I flew low over rivers in dangerous jungles
The crocodiles snapped their jaws at my feet
I laughed as I flew up into the treetops
Where I dined with the monkeys on dinosaur meat
I sang with the birds as we flew to the mountains
And whirled round the peaks covered in snow
Then we dove through the clouds and down to the valley
Where the farmers thought I was a flying scarecrow
CHORUS
The sun went down, The birds went home
I was left all alone in the sky
I began to miss my friends and family
I wiped a tear from my eye
Then I heard my name coming over the wind
And I saw a huge hot-air balloon
It was mom and dad, They gathered me up
And together we sailed to the moon
CHORUS
And now we are back safe at home
©1990 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved. Mop Mop Music ASCAP
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