Baby Songs Silly Songs

HURRY UP BLUES
Words & Music by Hap Palmer
© Hap-Palm Music Inc.

Hurry kids, no time to play
We're running late for school today
Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues.
Where's my list of things to do/
Sally, where's your other shoe?
Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues.

I can't keep cool when I'm keyed up
Now where'd I leave my coffee cup?
Tommy, that's not your toothbrush
Oh how I hate this nervous rush!

Set the table, feed the fish
Careful now, don't break a dish!
Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues.

Dippity dash, lickety split
Zippity zoon, dit dit dit
Razzamotazz, frazzzaley frazz
Skiddle deed addle and all that jazz

Oh no! Come on Freddy
Its quarter to eight and you're still not ready!

Where's your homework? Where's your lunch?
Gobble that bowl of Crispy Crunch
Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues.
Wash your hands, comb your hair
The school bells ringing and you're not there
Got the got to hurry got to worry blues.

Button your coat and do it quick
Drink your juice or you'll get sick
Clean your plate, scrub your face
I swear you're moving at a turtle's pace!

My heart is beating double time
My thoughts are freaking in my mind
Got the got to hurry got to worry blues.
My hands are shakin my legs are itchin
My pits are sweatin, my nose is twitchin
Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues!

BACKWARDS LAND
Words & Music Hap Palmer
© Hap-Pal Music Inc.

Eat popcorn in the morning, pancakes in the night
Fly a boat or float your favorite kite
Take a pair of new shoes, lace one on each hand
That's the way we live in Backwards Land

Oh Backwards Land, Land Backwards oh
We love you so, so you love we
You make us happy, Happy us make you
Backwards Land is the place to be

See starry skies with sunshine, rainbows in the night
Cat that kiss each other when they fight
Buy the biggest diamond with a bag of sand
That's the way we live in Backwards Land

(repeat chorus)

Frosty nights are warm and boiling waters hot
Children make the grownups go to school
Cars and clothes are worth more when they're second hand
That's the way we live in Backwards Land

(repeat chorus)

Be to place the is Land Backwards

AMANDA SCHLUPP
Words & Music by Hap Palmer
© Hap-Pal Music Inc.

Amanda Schlupp would not pick her toys up
She left everything where it lay
She played all day and never found time
To put anything way

Her dollies lay smothered on top of each other
Their dresses were wrinkled and ripped
He skates were dropped carelessly on her glass pony
The poor thing was broken and chipped

Checkers and dominoes, buttons and silver bows
All were mixed up in a box
Her panda and teddy like tangled spaghetti
Lay limp in a bed of old socks

Her mirror as cracked from the crush of the clutter
And hadn't been seen for a year
Her hairbrush was bent and the bristles were jammed
In the teeth of her bicycle gear

She cleats of her soccer shoes dug a deep groove
In a record of "Skip to My Lou"
And flies crawled around on her pink paper plates
With cake crumbs and old mud pie stew.

Then one night Amanda dreamed tht her panda
Cried, "I can't stand anymore"!
Then the toys heard him yell, "Rise up and rebel!"
They broke down the bedroom door.

The dollies jumped into the bicycle basket
And panda bear pedaled away
The checkers jumped over each other to flee
And teddy bear shouted "Hooray!"

The glass pony limped up still broken and shipped up
And happily hobbled away
The soccer shoes kicked out the pile of old socks
Then sprinted outside to play

The records and skates rolled outside with the plates
And the hairbrush went bristling by
The bows and the dominoes danced out the door
And all that was lift were the flies

Amanda Schlupp screamed and woke up
And early the very next day
She skipped the cartoons and cleaned up her room
And put all her toys away.

STUFF IT IN THE CLOSET
Words & Music by Hap Palmer
© Hap-Pal Music Inc.

What shall we do with a broken clock?
Stuff it in the closet.
What shall we do with a rusty lock?
Stuff it in the closet
What shall we do with a leaky pail?
Stuff it in the closet
What shall we do with a bent up nail?
Stuff it in the closet.
Now open the door, just once more, Oh no
Everything fell on the floor!

What shall we do with a moldy cake?
Stuff it in the closet
What shall we do with a busted rake?
Stuff it in the closet
What shall we do with a dusty mop?
Stuff it in the closet
What shall we do when the corn won't pop?
Stuff it in the closet
Now open the door, just once more, Oh no
Everything fell on the floor!

Pick, pick, pick it up
Push, push, push it in
Pile it up to the top
Slam the door and stop . . . . Now
Tip-toe, tip-toe, past the door
Let's not touch it any more!

THE CLOWN SONG
Words & Music by Hap Palmer
©Hap-Pal Music Inc.

If I joined the circus I would be a clown I would, if I could
I'd wear a ragged coat and patches all around I would, if I could
I'd paint my cheeks with bright red rosey polda dots
And wear a purple bow tie with a giant know
I'd flop around with flattened shoes upon my feet
I would, if I could
Then suddenly trip and land right on my padded seat, I would, if I could.

Ooh, ee makin funny faces
People leave their places, staining to see
Ooh ee, everyone would love me
Though my clothes were baggy and my hair was messy.

I'd grin and make a flower magically appear I would, if I could
And as I watch it wilt I'd shed a mournful tear I would, if I could
Then I'd spin around and skip across the ring
And imitate the way the monkeys jump and swing
I'd juggle riding on a pony just for fun I would, if I could
I'd use a dozen balls and never drop a one
I would, if I could
Ooh, ee makin funny faces
People leave their places, straining to see
Ooh ee, everyone would love me
Though my clothes are baggy and my hair was messy

If I joined the circus I would be a clown
I would, if I could
And I could, if I would.

RHYME TIME BAND
Words & Music by Hap Palmer
© Hap-Pal Music Inc.

Shake a part of your body that rhymes with sand
Rhymes with grand, rhymes with land
Everybody shake your hand

Jiggle a part that rhymes with peg, rhymes with egg
Rhymes with beg
Everybody jiggle your leg

Circle a part that rhymes with boulder
Rhymes with colder, rhymes with older
Everybody circle your shoulder

Wink a part that rhymes with buy
Rhymes with tie, rhymes with cry
Everybody wind your eye

We're that Rhyme Time Band
The prime time sound in all the land
We're the Rhyme Time Band
Come on and join the fun!

Swing a part of your body that rhymes with farm
Rhymes with charm, rhymes with harm
Everybody swing your arm

Bend a part that rhymes with tree
Rhymes with bee, rhymes with flea
Everybody bend your knee

Twiddle a part that rhymes with numb
Rhymes with crumb, rhymes with drum
Everybody twiddle your thumb

Twist a part that rhymes with line
Rhymes with nine, rhymes with fine
Everybody twist your spine

TOUCH YOUR TOES TO YOUR NOSE
Words & Music by Hap Palmer
©Hap-Pal Music Inc.

Touch your toes to your nose
Like a spider on a rose
Lift them way up high
Like a birdie in the sky
Make 'em squiggle, squiggle, squirm
Like a pack of wiggly worms
Touch you toes to your nose.

Touch your toes to your cheek
Touch your toes to your chin
Touch your toes to your knee
Touch your toes to your shin
Touch your toes to your ankle
Touch your toes to your elbow
Touch your toes to someone else's toes
Wiggle and squiggle, open and close
To say Hello-high ho!

Touch you toes to your nose!

SO HAPPY YOU'RE HERE
Words & Music by Hap Palmer
©Hap-pal Music Inc.

Sing doo wah doo, Tra La la. Yodele-ay, Shan a na
Hi dee hi, Howdy doo
It's all afunny way to say
We're glad you're here today!

Now give yourself a pat on the back
Reach out and shake your own hand
Give a gentle squeeze to say you're pleased
We're so happy you're here today, today
We're so happy you're here today.

Sing Fee fi do. Fiddly dee, Shooby doo. Golly gee
Skizzamaroo, And a hi to you
Now turn and face someone and say
We're glad you're here today!

FIVE LITTLE MONKEYS
Words & Music by Hap Palmer
©Hap-Pal Music Inc.

Five little monkeys jumping on the bed
They all fell down and bumped their heads
Mama called the doctor and the doctor said
No more monkeys jumping on the bed!
So they thought and thought then said.
Let's hop instead!

Five little monkeys hopping on the bed
They all fell down and bumped their heads
Mama call the doctor and the doctor said
No more monkeys hopping on the bed!
So they thought and thought then said
Let's turn instead!

Five little monkeys turning on the bed
They all fell down and bumped their heads
Mama called the doctor and the doctor said
No more monkeys turning on the bed
So they thought and thought and then said
Let's jump outside!

Five little monkeys jumping on the lawn
They just kept jumping on and on
The doctor told mama, there's nothing wrong
Just let those monkeys keep jumping on the law!
Let them jump, jump, jump
Then all fall down!

I'M A PRETZEL
Words & Music by Hap Palmer
©Hap-Pal Music Inc.

My hand is over my head
My shoulder is under my chin
My toes are touching my leg
And my wrist is in back of my spine.

I twist a little here
And bend a little there
And now I think you will agree
I hardly look like me.

I'm a pretzel, I'm a pretzel
But please don't eat me up
I'm not a snack inside a sack on top of your TV
I'm a pretzel, I'm a pretzel
But please don't eat me up
I'm just pretend of yes my friend
Don't try to chew on me.

My thumb is under my ear
My hand is holding my elbow
My arm is stock on my leg
And my ankle is behind my knee.

I twist l little here and bend a little there
And now I think you will agree
I hardly look like me