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If I Was In Charge Safari (Into My Sister’s Nose)
I Can If I Wanna! Gotta Lotta Livin’ To Do
Heal The Bay High Standards (Bob Blue)
That’s My Thang! Pluggin’ Away
IF I WAS IN CHARGE
If I was in charge, there’d be a few changes
My room would be clean as can be
But I wouldn’t clean it if I was in charge
My father would offer to clean it for me!!
No, I wouldn’t clean it if I was in charge
My father would clean it for me!!
If I was in charge there’s be a few changes
Kids wouldn’t eat food that we hate!
We’d all eat desserts if I was in charge
And it would be great if y’licked off your plate!
We’d all eat desserts if I was in charge
And it would be great if y’licked off your plate!
If I was in charge there’d be a few changes
My brother would do what I said!
He’d stay out of my stuff if I was in charge,
Or I’d never let him get out of his bed!
He’d stay out of my stuff if I was in charge,
Or I’d have to pour honey all over his head!
If I was in charge there’d be a few changes
I’d make teachers have recess all day!
They’d chew gum and blow bubbles if I was in charge
N’they’d better blow big ones if they want an ‘A’!
They’d chew gum and blow bubbles if I was in charge
N’they’d better blow big ones if they want an ‘A’!
If I was in charge there’d be a few changes
I’d never let anyone fight!
If you hit somebody and I was in charge
I’d slug you, to teach you that hitting’s not right!
If you hit somebody and I was in charge
I’d slug you, to teach you that hitting’s not right!
(That’s awful! What’s happening to me!!?)
If I was in charge, I might start to change
And start acting like I’m a big deal
Maybe it’s best if NO ONE’S in charge
N’we just pay attention t’how others feel!
Yeah, ... maybe it’s best if NO ONE’S in charge
N’we just pay attention to how other folks feel!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1990, Moose School Music (BMI)
I CAN IF I WANNA!
Inside ev’rybody, way down deep inside
There’s a little Neggy, who’s never satisfied
You try your best when life gets rough
The Neggy says, “Not good enough!
You won’t make it! You’re unfit!
You can’t do it! You should quit!”
Know what I say? Well,
I can if I wanna! (Can not!) Can too!
Yes I can if I wanna, I can do it!
I can if I wanna! (Can not!) Can too!
Yes I can if I wanna, so can you!!
A Neggy needs to stop you, when you try something new
Because you might learn something, and every time you do,
Your Neggy starts to shrink away
It hates to go, so it may say,
“Y’can’t try that! You’re bound to flop!
For your own good, you better stop!”
Know what I say? Well,
Chorus
Don’t believe a Neggy, they tell the biggest lies
If you think you can’t do it, they grow to twice their size!
Then you haven’t got a chance,
Won’t learn to sing or cook or dance
So don’t be scared that you might fail
Just grab that Neggy by the tail, and
You know what to say! Well,
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music (BMI)
COSTUME PARTY
It’s a costume party, and everyone is here!
It’s a costume party, and everyone is here!
You wear a blue dress, you, red sneakers
You wear a suit and tie
You wear flowers, you wear stripes
You put make-up on your eyes!
Chorus
You wear brown skin, you wear white
Your head is clean and bare
You poked holes through your earlobes
You’ve got a wart, I bet, somewhere!
Or maybe you dye your hair!?
Chorus
We may be blind, or we wear glasses
We st-stutter when we talk
Sometimes our ears just do not hear
Or we use wheels when we walk!
Chorus
Our disguises could win prizes
Each one’s qualified
But the only thing that really matters
Is who we are inside!
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987 Moose School Music(BMI)
HYPERACTIVE
Early in the morning when I’m startin’ out
And I’m lookin’ in my cereal bowl
I gotta put a lot of sugar on t’make it sweet
Cause my body’s gettin’ ready to roll!
Chorus
Hyperactive! I’m hyperactive!
I boogie, boogie all the day through!
Hyperactive! I’m hyperactive!
Sugar’s good for me and you!
Hyperactive! I’m hyperactive!
It’s a fundamental dental rule!
Hyperactive! I’m hyperactive!
Sugar’s good for me and you!
When I’m standin’ at the counter at the grocery store
And my eyes are poppin’ outta my head
At the bubble gum and choc’late and a whole lot more
I remember what the T.V. said!
Hyperactive! I’m hyperactive!
Some vitamins mighta been cool!
Hyperactive! I’m hyperactive
Sugar’s good for me and you!
Well I ate my sugar stash and now I’m startin’ to crash
And I’m grouchy but I can’t go t’sleep
So I drink a couple colas, but they give me gas
And when I try t’start countin’ the sheep, they’re
Hyperactive! Hyperactive!
They boogie, boogie all night through!
Hyperactive! Hyperactive!
Hyperactive like me and you!
Hyperactive! We’re hyperactive!
We boogie, boogie all the day through!
Hyperactive! We’re hyperactive!
Sugar’s good for me and you!
Yeah! Sugar’s good for me and you!
Sugar’s good for me and yooouu!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1985, Moose School Music (BMI) 8501
NO ONE’S NORMAL
No one’s normal, you know that!
Ev’ryone’s a little bats!
No one’s normal, look and see
We’re all a little craaa-zy!
Gh-gh, gh-gh, gh-gh-ght!
You think you know somebody who’s
Completely normal through and through
They’re hiding all their crazy stuff
You just don’t know them well enough
Sarah clips her fingernails, n’saves them in a little box
Willie says he talks to whales, n’Alison wears plastic socks!
Hector likes bean curds and sardines, eats ‘em when there’s no one there
Susan sleeps out in the garden, Tony will not comb his hair
Arthur has to have 12 crackers ev’rytime, no more, no less.
Darlene loves the Greenbay Packers, Billy Joe prefers a dress
Charlene thinks her knees look ugly, Wendall’s nose is always sore
Dino’s pants fit him too snugly, Mike eats popcorn off the floor
Chorus
You know you’re special down inside
But there’s some things you’ve learned to hide
From all the other people who
Are hiding special things from you!
Megan burps from ginger ale, and Willow likes to suck on soap
Franklin is a tattletale, and Rachel knows your horoscope
Jackie breathes with her mouth open, Sam’s allergic to clean clothes
Donna wants to be the Pope, an’ Sanford always picks his nose!
Walter sweats when he drinks water, Mary Jo blinks all the time
Ann will hug you for a quarter, Matt will kiss you for a dime
Tanya’s leg will not relax, and Heather has no little toe
Howard’s ears are full of wax, and Andy ate some yellow snow!
Angela acts rich and snooty, Phyllis is the teacher’s pet
Boris always does his duty, Gretta screams when she gets wet
Barry built some giant speakers, now he doesn’t hear too well
Olive sleeps in her old sneakers, she claims that her feet don’t smell!
Chorus
I love the special ways we are
So strange and different, so bizarre!
I’m glad there’s no one else like me
Cause one’s enough, don’t you agree!?
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1985, Moose School Music (BMI)
HEAL THE BAY
The sun was slowly burning through
The morning mist was rising in the air
Brown seabirds soared in tight formations
Seagulls swooping, diving everywhere
My young daughter close beside me,
Crammed with all our beach stuff in the car
Laughing, heading for the bay
And flowing full of life the way kids are
We piled out and picked our way
Through broken glass and beer cans in the sand
My little one, she found a dried out
Seagull carcass tangled in a web of plastic strands
The sign tacked-up said “DANGER!:
“TOXIC CHEMICALS CONTAMINATE THE BAY!”
A tear rolled down her cheek, she said
“I don’t want the world to be this way.”
Heal the bay, heal the bay
Heal the bay, heal the bay
“We might as well go home” I said
“There’s nothing we can do.
The whole world’s full of poison
And ev’rybody dies sometime, it’s true!”
She dropped down on her knees
With angry eyes she told me “I’m not dead!”
She looked down at the seagull
“We’re tangled up together’s” what she said
I said “The bay is sick y’know
It’s just too much for kids to understand!”
I watched her take her little fists
And tightly clench them down into the sand
I shrugged, “I’m just one person, I can’t
Heal an ocean full of poisen things!”
She said “Daddy, it’s our bay.”
Then she closed her eyes and she began to sing,
Chorus
And then something wonderful began!
Children, children came from all around
They joined hands and started in to sing!
And I thought maybe, awww, maybe there’s some hope!
Listen to the children sing! Sing it children!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1989, Moose School Music (BMI)
THAT’S MY THANG!
I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!
I do it all the time and I do it for free
‘Cause nobody does my thang like me!
I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!
(I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!)
My thang is bakin’, I love to bake
And ev’rytime I do it
M’friends eat ev’rythang I make
Because they love to chew it!
My thang is readin’, I love to read
I used t’read real slow
But now I learned t’build up speed
Look out now, here I go!!
Chorus
My thang is dancin’, I love to dance,
I dance on flyin’ feet
I dance all night and I dance all day
An’ I only stop to eat!
My thang is drummin’, I love t’drum
I always feel that rhythm
When I hear music, I start t’hummmm
An’ I got to play right with ‘em!
I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!
It’s the thang I do when I’m feelin’ blue,
It’s the thang I do when I’m happy too!
I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!
(I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!)
My thang’s mathematics I love math
For me, there’s nothin’ to it!
M’brain runs numbers around that graph
An’ I zip my way right through it!
My thang is singin’, I love to sing
I make my loud voice gli-i-i-i-ide
But when I sing inside the house,
They tell me “Sing outside!” So I do!!
My thang is laughin’, I love to laugh
Til m’eyes and nose get runny!
M’friends get started, an’ I can’t stop
‘Cause their faces look so funny!!!
Chorus
I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!
(I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!)
I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!
(I said-a, Hey! She-bang! That’s my thang!)
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music (BMI)
SAFARI (INTO MY SISTER'S NOSE)
Let’s go on safari
Into my sister’s nose,
I’ll bet we find some treasure
Like we found between her toes
Be careful that you don’t get lost
And tangled-up in hair
I hope that it’s still open
Cause her finger’s always there!
Leave your gas mask in the car
My sister’s nose won’t smell
But bring along a pack
You might find something you can sell!
Sometimes a loose stalactite
Gives no warning when it falls
So walk only on the hard part
And please don’t touch the walls
Or we’ll never get you out of there
You’ll slide right out of sight
Although my sister’s nose is nice
It’s a scary place at night!
So let’s go on safari
Into my sister’s nose
The Northwest Passage might be open
Usually it’s closed!
Don’t worry about the monsters
That are lurking up in there
If you get one on you, do like her
And wipe it on Mom’s chair!
She’ll blow away our troubles
If we simply ask her, “Please?”
My sister loves me very much
Because I never tease!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
GOTTA LOTTA LIVIN’ TO DO
I’ve got a friend with AIDS
He’s just like me and you
I’ve got a friend with AIDS
We gotta lotta livin’ to do!
Somedays we get sad
So here is what we do,
We play together as much as we can
And I love him a lot ‘cause he’s my friend, yeah,
Me and my friend with AIDS
Gotta lotta livin’ to do!
What is AIDS? It’s a virus bug
What can you do? Well, I give’m a hug
You hug your friend? Sure, and he hugs me
But aren’t you scared? Well, I used to be
I’d be scared! You’d learn alot
What would I learn? What’s safe, what’s not
Could I get AIDS? That’s hard to do
But some kids have it Yes, that’s true
Where’s the AIDS? It’s in his blood
What if he bleeds? We patch him up
Cause AIDS won’t let his blood cells fight repeat
So I shouldn’t touch his blood? You’ve got that right!!
I’ve got a friend with AIDS
And someday he might die
But someday, so will you
And someday so will I
Somedays we get sad
So here is what we do,
(Instrumental break)
Me’n my friend with AIDS
We gotta lotta livin’ to do!
What if he cries? We wipe his eyes
You touch his tears? There’s no need for fears
What about his ears? With a cotton swab
You clean his ears?! No! That’s his job!
What about his spit? He swallows it!
What about his hair? No virus there!
His breath is fine? Smells just like mine!
Does he feel ashamed? No, he’s not to blame!
I’ve got a friend with AIDS
And someday he might die
But someday, so will you,
And someday so will I
I’ll tell you what I’m thinkin’ of,
When we’re afraid, we just can’t love
And loving’s how I want to be,
So I don’t let fear take over me!
Here’s what we can do,
We can play together as much as we can
And I love him a lot ‘cause he’s my friend, yeah,
Me and my friend with AIDS
We gotta lotta livin’ to do,
Gotta lotta livin’, gotta lotta livin’, gotta lotta livin’ to do!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1989, Moose School Music (BMI)
WHAT IF?
I’m not scared, but sometimes
When it’s late at night
The wind blows and the trees start scratching
On my window, I get frightened
Because I sleep upstairs
And I know no one’s that tall!
I start thinking, what if,
It’s not a tree at all!!
What if?! What if?!
What if it’s a giant rat
Who lives across the street?
What if he’s just starving?!
What if he needs meat to eat?! And
What if he’s been sniffing me,
And I smell like “Rat Chow!”
What if that’s him climbing up
My gutter pipe right now!!! (Ahhh!)
What if? What if?
That question fills my brain!
I scare myself so much
That I get totally insane!
What if? What if?
I hate to be afraid!
Half the stuff I’m scared of
Never happens anyway!
(But what about the other half? Gulp!)
I’m not scared, but sometimes,
I get a little freaky,
Like when there’s no one in the house,
It really feels creepy
I hold my breathe and listen
For anything that moves,
Then I start thinking,
“What if something’s holding it’s breath too?!”
What if?! What if?!
What if slimey hands are waiting
Underneath my bed!!?
What if it’s a headhunter,
Out to get ahead?
What if zombie dead men want to
Drag me down their hole!?
What if there’s a lobster lurking
In my toilet bowl? (Uhnnn!)
What if? What if?
That question fills my brain!
I scare myself so much
That I get totally insane!
What if? What if?
I think of something else?
If I imagine funny things,
Then I won’t scare myself!
I’m not scared, but sometimes,
Our house begins to shake,
It’s like a kind of rumble thump,
Like it’s about to break,
It’s prob’ly just our dog upstairs,
Bouncing on the bed,
But then I hear him outside,
Barking in the shed! (Uh-oh!)
What if?! What if?!
What if it’s an EARTHQUAKE!!
Oh no! I’ve got to stop!
I’ve got to think of funny things!
No more scary thoughts!
What if it’s an elephant,
Falling down on skates?
What if cows get so shook up,
They only give milkshakes?!
What if it’s a giant pickle
On a pogo stick,
Racing with King Kong,
Who’s wearing shoes made out of bricks?!
It’s working, hey! It’s working!
This is really, really great!
What if it’s a dragon
Jogging by to lose some weight?
What if? What if?
Now I’m not so scared!
I can make up funny things,
And my fears disappear!
What if? What if?
Like me, you’re sensitive?
Do not scare yourself to death,
‘Cause that’s no way to live!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music (BMI)
UNDER THE RAINBOW
Under the rainbow
Everyone shares
Everyone cares
We’ve got to go!
Under the rainbow
It can come true,
If you believe
It’s up to you!
I want my chance to grow up strong
To love my friends, and live my life
Without being scared that something’s wrong
To take my turn and make mistakes
To learn as much, or more than you
To fall in love and cry when my heart breaks
You cannot give the world to us
It is not yours to give
It is a home for every child
Who needs to grow and live
And for awhile, we may borrow
The air and trees and sun
But we must never, never break the trust