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High Standards (Bob Blue) The Newborn (Rosita Perez)
Don't Put your Hand In My Pants My Body
I AM A PIZZA
I am a pizza
With extra cheese
From tomatoes
Sauce is squeezed
Garlic and mushrooms
Oregano!!
I am a pizza, ready to go!
I am a pizza
Pepperoni
No anchovies
Or phoney balogna
Onions and sausage
Order by phone!
I am a pizza, take me home!
(Bubbling in oven!)
I am a pizza
With fresh baked crust!
I am a pizza, ready to bust!
I am a pizza
Peppers on top
Out of the oven
Into the box
Into the car and
Upside-down!
I am a pizza, dropped on the ground!
I was a pizza
I was the best!
I was a pizza, now I'm a mess!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1983, Moose School Music (BMI)
HIGH STANDARDS
I’ll always remember the day
My average was B
A pretty good B
But not quite an A
I thought that my Dad would be proud,
There was no way to know
His pride didn’t show
That wasn’t allowed
I don’t know what Dad thought of me
‘Cause all he would say
Was “Why not an A?
Why just a B?”
I hadn’t known life was a test
Not til that day
I didn’t get A.
I just did my best.
That wasn’t enough for my Dad
His standards were high.
I never asked why.
I thought he’d get mad.
My father had dreams of his own,
Reflected in me
That I couldn’t see.
I wish I had known.
I won’t live for that has-been.
I will not regret,
But neither forget,
The father within.
I won’t demand A’s of my daughter or son,
They do what they can
As women and men
Forever have done.
Last week my Dad said he loves me.
He’s 73.
And I’m 38.
It’s never too late.
As a father, I’d give him B+
I hope he won’t fuss.
B+ is okay.
Cause you don’t need an A!
Written by Bob Blue, ©1988, Bob Blue (ASCAP)
LOGICAL
Logical, Logical! Why do you have t'be so logical?!
Never-mind, don't tell me why,
You'll have a logical reply!
Kid: Dad, I'm too full to eat my beans
Dad: You're too full? What does that mean?
Kid: My tummy's got no room, it's true!
Dad: That means no room for dessert too?
Kid: Well, I've got space left for ice cream!
Dad: Then you could fill that space with beans!
Kid: But beans are overflowing Dad!
Dad: No room for ice cream then, too bad!!
Chorus:
Kid: I'm too sick for school today
But I'don't need medicine, okay?
Adult: Don't you want to feel well?
Kid: Yeah, but I can't stand the smell!
That stuff stinks like old dead clams!
It'll make me sicker than I am!
I'm not that sick, I won't die!
Adult: Then off to school you go! Good-bye!
Chorus:
Aunt: Do you like monster movies, dear?
Kid: I don't like THIS one, he's too weird!
Aunt: He's just an actor, you know that!
Kid: I don't care! His head's all fat!
Aunt: He saves the little girl you know,
Kid: Who cares?! I'm scared! C'mon, let's go!
AAAHHHHRRGG! There he is! I'm outta here!!
Aunt: Come back!! It's just a movie dear!
Chorus:
Kid: But I don't want to learn to swim,
Adult: It's fun! Come on, I'll help you in!
Kid: Don't push me in, I'll drown! AAAAHHH! (splash)
Adult: That's good!! Now move your legs around!
Kid: Blubbb-glubbb-help me!
Adult: You're okay!
This will save your life someday!
And swimming's healthy too, you know,
Hey, wait a minute, where'd you go?
Chorus: (underwater)
Mom: C'mon it's time to take your bath
Kid: But Mom I haven't done my math!
Mom: Then why is television on?
Kid: It's almost over, Mom, c'mon!
Mom: Your neck is filthy, Let's go! Move!
Kid: But I don't see what this will prove,
I just get dirty ev'ry day, so,
Let's save water, okay?
Mom: No!!
Logical, Logical! Why don't you like it when I'm logical!
Never-mind, don't tell me why
You'll have a logical reply.
Peter: C'mon, it's time, pack up your things
Kids: Not yet! We wanna stay and sing!
We're having fun here at the park
Peter: But you can't stay here after dark!
There'll be no beds, no heat, no food
And bears might come, you might get chewed!
So think it over, you decide,
Come home with me, or freeze outside!
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)
AAARGH!
I am always good as gold
I do exactly what I’m told
I do what the grown-ups say
I don’t complain, ‘cause it’s okay.
I don’t talk back, I don’t get mad
I don’t upset my Mom and Dad
I don’t get sick, I comb my hair
I wear clean socks and underwear
I fold my clothes and clean my room
I dust and sweep and vac-cu-um
I clean-up mud and dirt and grime
I always go to bed on time
But sometimes when I’m all alone
I have_to sing this little song
It really helps me feel better
If you want to, sing along,
Chorus
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,
Aaaa-aaaa-aaaa-aaargh!
(Spoken: Pant, pant, Let’s do it again, okay? C’mon!)
Aaaa-aaaa-aaaa-aaargh!
(Spoken: Pant, pant, there, now doesn’t that feel better?)
I don’t make noise or laugh or cry
I don’t stick out my tongue or lie
I don’t fidget, I sit still
When I have soup, I never spill, it!
I wash dishes ev’ry night
I do my homework, I don’t fight
I follow rules, I don’t chew gum
I never even sucked my thumb!
I never watch the T.V. set
At school, I am the teacher’s pet
I have the best grades on the list
Some day I’ll be a therapist!
Your parents prob’ly wanted you
To be a perfect kid like me
But maybe that’s a little crazy,
Sing along if you agree,
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music (BMI)
DON’T PUT YOUR HAND IN MY PANTS
Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we’re in love
Don’t put your hand in my pants
I just wanna be hugged
Please hold my hand when we kiss
I’m so tired of tugging your wrist
Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we're in love
The night is full of stars
My heart is full of love
But romance starts to fade
When you grab and grope and tug!
Like Boy Scouts on parade,
Like the Army Marching Band
Your fingers think they’re crusaders
Heading for the Holy Land!
Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we’re in love
Don’t put your hand in my pants
I just wanna be hugged
As you gaze deeply into my eyes
Your fingers keep creeping up on my thighs!
No, don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we're in love!
I just want to snuggle
You just want to play
Your one hand's on my zipper
And your other hand is, HEY!!
I say “No!” but you don’t stop
You feel “IN LOVE!” you say?
Well I feel that you’re not listening
So feel your own, okay!!? and,
Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we’re in love
If you’ve got icy fingers
Buy yourself a glove!
When I asked, if y’knew how I felt
I meant in my heart, not under my belt!
No, don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we're in love!
Birds are singing, bells are ringing
It must be Spring, you’re after my thing!
No! Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we’re in love!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1990, Moose School Music (BMI)
MY LITTLE CLOCK
You’ve got a big clock
I’ve got a little clock too
Your clock’s for your time
Your big clock pushes you
When you’re in a hurry
My little clock’s pushed aside
Y’make me use your clock
Y’don’t care about my clock’s size
When your clock is ticking
Then everything changes
You haven’t got time to explain
I have to use your time
You push me and pull me
And it never enters your brain, that
You’ve got a big clock
I’ve got a little clock too
My clock’s for my time
Your clock’s time is up to you
Your clock’s important
It’s bigger, it makes more noise
But my clock’s important
Though you think it’s just a toy
You’re only trying
To help me feel better
At least that’s what you say
But I feel angry
I don’t feel better
When m’little clock’s treated this way, ohhh,
You’ve got a big clock
I’ve got a little clock too
I listen to your clock
Please listen to m’little clock too
I’ve only got a little time
Do you have a little time?
A little time on your big clock?
That’s all that I want from you
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1989, Moose School Music (BMI)
THE NEWBORN
by Rosita Perez
It was 1963 and the three-week old baby
Was turning blue in the bassinet
Very obviously choking.
The two year old was saying that she was sorry
And crying and looking very scared.
I removed a piece of ham from the baby's mouth.
Her sister had been eating a sandwich
And thought it was a good idea
To share a little of what she had.
For some reason, that reminds me of how I feel
Around people who are so publicly religious and self-righteous.
They insist on force-feeding the rest of us
Their sustenance of meat when our digestive systems
Can only tolerate milk.
Maybe that's why we choke on it too.
We are still new-born
And need more time to develop, that's all.
And it has little to do with calendar age.
If they had faith in the Source,
They would know that
The same illuminations that came to them
Will come to us
When and if we need them enough to reach out.
GOD DOESN'T PLAY FAVORITES.
by Rosita Perez, from her book "The Music Is You"
write to: Creative Living Programs, 2936 NW 23rd Dr, Gainesville, FL 32605
YOU’RE OKAY
Our cat Carlos has dandruff,
Our dog Homer has fleas (scratch, scratch)
Daddy’s breath in the morning
Smells like very old cheese! (p.u.!)
My big sister has pimples
That just won’t go away (oh no!)
If something’s wrong with you too, then you’re okay!
You’re okay! Wha’d’you say!?
No need t’make a fuss!
If something’s wrong with you too
Then you’re like us!
My Uncle Luke is grumpy,
He never will say “Please” (humpf!)
Aunt Lois is much nicer,
But her perfume makes me sneeze! (ah-choo!)
Sometimes when Mom gets angry,
There’s a bad word she will say, (breathe in!)
If something’s wrong with you too, then you’re okay!
Chorus
Stephanie chews her finger nails,
Although she knows it’s wrong, (chomp, chomp!)
My brother thinks that he’s too short,
And he thinks his tongue’s too long (twoo lwong)
I pig out on candy,
And I never get straight “A”s, (oh well!)
Well, if something’s wrong with you too, then you’re okay!
Chorus
Now if this song is boring you,
Because you’re not a clod, (not me!)
And y’never ever make mistakes,
And you’re perfect, just like God (A-men)
Then we won’t call you “snobby!”,
Or tell you “go away!”, ‘cause, hey!
There’s something wrong with you too, so you’re okay!
Chorus (2X)
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music (BMI)
IT’S ONLY A WEE WEE, SO WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL
As soon as you’re born grown-ups check where you pee
And then they decide just how you’re s'posed t'be
Girls pink and quiet, boys noisy and blue
Seems like a dumb way to choose what you’ll do...
It’s only a wee-wee, so what’s the big deal?
It’s only a wee-wee, so what’s all the fuss?
It’s only a wee-wee, and everyone’s got one
There’s better things to discuss!!
Now girls must use make-up, girls' names and girls' clothes
And boys must use sneakers, but not panty hose
The grown-ups will teach you the rules to their dance,
And if you get confused, they’ll say “Look in your pants!”
Chorus
If I live to be nine, I won’t understand
Why grown-ups are to’tly obsessed with their glands
If I touch myself, . . “Don’t you do that!” I’m told,
And they treat me like I might explode!
Chorus
Grown-ups watch closely each move that we make
Boys must not cry, and girls must make cake
It’s all very formal, and I think it smells
Let’s all be abnormal and act like ourselves!!
Chorus
(Adult verse & chorus)
She walked to the market past brave cavaliers
She tried to avoid them, they whistled and jeered
She gave them the finger, they gave her more noise
She stopped and she sang to those bright little boys, . .
It’s only a wee-wee, so what’s the big deal?
It’s only a wee-wee, so why do you watch?
It’s only a wee-wee, and everyone’s got one
There’s more to life than your crotch!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
MY BODY
My body's nobody's body but mine!
You run your own body, let me run mine!
My nose was made to sniff and to sneeze
To smell what I want, and to pick when I please!
[or - To smell what I want, and to blow when I please!]
My lungs were made to hold air when I breathe,
I am in charge of just how much I need!
My legs were made to dance me around
To walk and to run and to jump up and down!
My mouth was made to blow-up a balloon
I can eat, kiss and spit, I can whistle a tune!
[or - I can eat, kiss and sing, I can whistle a tune!]
No one knows my body better than me
It tells me, "Let's eat!", it tells me "Go pee!"
Don't hit me or kick me, don't push or shove
Don't hug me too hard when you show me your love
Sometimes it's hard to say "No!" and be strong
When those"No!" feelings come, then I know something's wrong
'Cause My body's mine from my head to my toe
Please leave it alone when you hear me say "No!"
Secrets are fun when they're filled with surprise
But not when they hurt us with tricks, threats and lies
Our body's one body, one voice is heard
We each sing for freedom when we sing these words!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1983, Moose School Music (BMI)
additional lyrics by Green Thumb Theatre
TAKE A STEP
If y’got a great big mountain to climb
And that mountain’s covered with slime
There’s only one way to get to the top
One step at a time!
Take a step! Take a step!
Who knows, it might be fun!
Take a step! Take a step!
When you gotta get somethin’ done!
If you’re freezin’ there in your underwear
‘Cause y’can’t decide what clothes to wear
Put on your socks ‘n start from there,
One step at a time!
Chorus
If y’got to clean your room today
And you’d rather go outside and play
Just take that mess and use your head
Hide it under the bed!!
If y’got to eat an ele-phunt
Do y’start at the back, or at the front?
It’s a lot t’eat, but it’ll taste fine!
One bite at a time!
Take a bite! Take a bite!
Who knows, it might be fun!
Take a bite! Take a bite!
‘Less you’re a vegetarian!
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music (BMI)