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Silly Songs From My Childhood
When I was a kid, we sometimes sang silly songs that had no doubt been made up by some other kid before us. For some reason, I've remembered them, word for word, all these years. I even taught them to my son when he was a kid I imagine that some of you may know these ditties as well.
Like kids everywhere, we were always glad to get out of school for the summer. Here are two songs I remember from elementary school:
Ten more days and we'll be free
Of this school of misery
No more pencils, no more books
No more teachers' dirty looks
Kick the desk and kick the chair
Kick the teacher down the stairs.
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Ta ra ra boom de ay
Our teacher passed away
She died of tooth decay
We threw her in the bay
She scared the fish away
And when they threw her out
She smelled like sauerkraut
There were some parodies we sang based on ad jingles of the time:
McDonald's is our kind of place
Hamburgers up your face
French fries between your nose
Milk shakes up your nose
The last time that I was there
They stole my underwear
McDonald's is our kind of place
They slap you in the face.
Immediately following my childhood, when I went to college, there were the drinking, chug-a-lug songs. The following one was sung during chugging contests to the person who was presently chugging:
Here's to brother (sister) Name, to Name, to Name
Here's to brother (sister) Name, the best of them all
He (she) sucks it
He (she) fucks it,
He (she) really does love it
He (she) eats it
He (she) beats it,
He (she) really mistreats it.
Here's to brother (sister) Name, the best of them all
So, drink, you motherfucker, drink you motherfucker
drink, you motherfucker, drink, you motherfucker
(repeated ad nauseum until the person stopped chugging)
I don't know why I remembered this useless crap all these years, but here you have it. Feel free to contribute anything similar you might have remembered from your childhood.
We are brave! We are bold!
For the liquor that we hold
in the cellar of St. Joseph's School!
Run! Run! Run!
I think I hear a Nun!
Drop all the bottles and Run! Run! Run!
If a Nun should appear
Say, "Sister, have a beer!"
In the cellar of St. Joseph's School
I would be so much smarter if it weren't for the useless song lyrics taking
up cells in my brain. Okay, here's one from my elementary days that would
get a kid expelled and jailed today: Mine eyes have seen the glory of the
burning of the school. We have tortured all the teachers we have broken
all the rules. We are marching to the principal to tell him he's a fool.
Our truth is marching on. Glory, glory hallelujah, teacher hit me with a
ruler. Met her at the door with a loaded .44; she ain't my teacher no
more. (Obviously written and sung by countless dangerous children. I
didn't know what a .44 was when I learned that song.) On RHG's note: Roll,
roll, roll your joint, pass it down the line. Take a toke and hold the
smoke and blow your fuckin' mind.
