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TAKE ME WITH YOU!                                                                BUY IT NOW!!

 

Take Me With You!                       Chicken’s For Peace

Irish Seatbelt Jig                            Let ‘Em Laugh

Let’s Go!                                         I’m A Little Cookie  (Larry Penn)

Gnarly Dude                                   Letter To Mr. Brown

Hey Ev’rybody                               He Eats Asparagus,Why Can’t You

It’s No Fun When Ya Gotta                    Be That Way? (Barry Louis Polisar)

          Eat An Onion                          Logical

Animal Crackers                                   Kid’s Peace Song

 

 

 

TAKE ME WITH YOU!

 

Take me!  (Take me!)  Take me!  (Take me!)

Take me with you pleeease!

Take me!  (Take me!)  Take me!  (Take me!)

Take me when you leave!

 

I'm just your little child

And surely you can see,

If you don't take me, I'll be damaged

Psychologic'ly, yeah,

Maybe I'll go crazy

And paint my face all red!

Or scream and eat my pillow

Or put mustard on my head!

 

Or I might find your wallet

And take all of your cash

And send it off to Uncle Bill

Or throw it in the trash!

Please don't say "No!"

I want to go!  I'll even be your slave!

I won't get sick, I won't make noise!

I promise I'll behave!  So,

 

Chorus

 

Now I would never threaten you

But if you leave me home,

Well, I might have some accidents

I might pick up the phone,

And accident’ly call Japan

Or China or Peru!

I might unplug the freezer

Or feed your fish some glue

Or accident’ly spread some

Peanut butter on the rug,

Or overflow the water

In the sinks and in the tub!

Or break the lamp or turn the heat up

High as it will go,

‘Cause little kids like me can make

Mistakes like that y'know!  So,

 

Chorus

 

Did someone used to leave you home

When you were little too?

Can you remember back that far

And how it felt to you?

What if goblins in the basement

Come and eat my bones?!

What if something happens to me

When I'm all alone?!

 

What if bad guys or coyotes

Carry me away,

Because they're lonely too, and want

A kid like me to play with?!

You say you're coming back soon

But no one really knows,

I love you and I get afraid

And I miss you when you go, so

 

Chorus

 

 

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

 

IRISH SEATBELT JIG

 

Seat, Belt,

Seat-belt-seat, belt-seat-belt, Seat-belt-seat, belt-seat-belt,

Seat-belt-seat, belt-seat-belt, Seat-belt-seat, belt-seat-belt,

Seat-belt-seat, belt-seat-belt, Seat-belt-seat, belt-seat-belt,

Seat-belt-seat, belt-seat-belt, Seat-belt-seat, Belt!

 

 

Lyrics by Peter Alsop, © 1986, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

 

LET'S GO!

 

Let's go!  Let's ride!

Let's roll, let's cruise, let's fly! 

You come too, right by my side!

Let's go!  Let's ride!

 

Chorus

 

Here we go!  Sailin' on a ship!

Navy vessel, tugboat too!

Container ship or take a cruise,

A punt, a barge, a fishing boat,

A hovercraft!  C'mon let's float!

 

Chorus

 

Here we go!  Rollin' on the ground!

Trucks and tractors on the farm,

Trolleys, trains and cable cars,

Bicycles, a London bus,

A fire engine just for us!

 

Chorus

 

Here we go!  Up in the air!

In a blimp, up through the clouds,

Helicopter, whirling 'round

Swing up on a tramway car,

Or fly a jet plane to the stars!

 

Chorus

 

Here we go,

Here we go ,

Here we goooooooo!

 

Let's go!  Let's ride!

Let's gooo!  Let's ride!!

 

 

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1985, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

 

GNARLY DUDE

 

In my classroom when the teacher

Asks a question we're supposed to

Know the answer to it.

 

If I know, then what I do is

Raise my hand and hope she picks me

Out so I can do it!

 

But she never picks me out when

I have got my hand up, she calls

Someone else who doesn't.

 

Whenever I was ready with the

Answer, she would always pick some

Other dude who wasn't!

 

Chorus:

So I have got a plan

I think it's very shrewd

I'm such a bright young man

I'm such a gnarly dude!!

 

When I know the answer to the

Question, I will never, ever

Ever put my hand up.

 

I won't even look at her, and

She'll think I don't know and so she'll

Call on me to stand up!

 

Then I'll confi-dently give the

Perfect answer,  she'll be so sur-

Prised, and she'll say "Dear me!"

 

I will prove that I'm the brightest

Dude she's had the Privilege to

Teach!  The kids'll cheer me!

 

But wait!

 

What if she asks something I don't

Know, like "Why’s the ocean blue?" or

"Who's the Mayor of Paris?"

 

I haven't got the slightest clue!  If

She asked one of those, I wouldn't

Know, I'd be em-barrassed!

 

Chorus

 

When I do not know, the

Answer, I will raise my hand up

High and I will smile!

 

She will never call me, she'll pick

Someone else who hasn't raised their

Hand in quite a while!

 

Here's the question!  Uh-oh! I don't

Know!  I better raise my hand 'cause

I don't know the answer!

 

WHO ME?  Oh no! I just,  well,  I’ve

 

Got to use the bathroom now, may

I please go?  Before I acci-

Dently wet my pants here!

 

So you

See that gnarly dudes like me can

Learn some things in school that we do

Not ex-pect to

 

Though you

Know you've got your teacher figured

Out, y'better get some good ex-

Cuses to pro-tect you!

 

Though you

Know you've got your teacher figured

Out, y'better get some good ex-

Cuses to pro-tect you!

 

 

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

 

HEY EV'RYBODY!

 

Hey ev'rybody, I learned t'whistle!

All on my own!  Now here I go!

I had to try it, again and again,

Put your lips like this, then blow!

Tweedle-deedle-dee, tweet, tweet, tweet!

 

Hey ev'rybody, I learned t'snap! 

All on my own!  So listen to me!

My finger goes on top of my thumb

Then I snap it quick as can be! (Snap!)

Snap, snappity, snap, snap, snap!

 

Hey ev'rybody, I learned t'yodel

All on my own, so plug up your ears!

Sing along regular, then sing up high,

Then wiggle your throat and change gears!

Yodel-ee, ohdel-ay, ohdel-ayteee! (2X)

 

Hey ev'rybody, I learned to "pbbbbrt!"

All on my own, it's my favorite bit!

Stick your tongue out through your lips

Then give it a blow with NO spit!

"Pbbbrt, pbbbrt, pbbrt, pbbrt, pbbrtt! (2X)

 

Hey ev'rybody, I learned t'pop!

All on my own!  Just as clear as can be!

I put my finger into my mouth,

Build the pressure and, (POP!) It's free!

Pop, poppity, pop! pop! pop!

 

Hey ev'rybody, I learned t'buzz!

All on my own!  Here's how you go!

Hold your tongue on the roof of your mouth,

Then sing with a buzz through the hole!

Buzz, berzzy, dooze, buzz, buzz, buzz!

 

Hey ev'rybody, I learned t'hand jive!

All on my own!  I'll play for you!

Slap your knee, your hand, your knee,

Then the same on your other knee too!

Slap, slappity, slap, slap, slap!

 

Hey ev'rybody, we learned something!

All on our own, and it's something new!

All at the same time, let's do something diff'rent

Let's see what each other can do!

(Improvise 2X)

 

 

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

 

IT'S NO FUN WHEN YA GOTTA EAT AN ONION

 

When Dad cuts onions, he just cries

That smell brings tears into his eyes

It brings the tears to my eyes too

I know he'll make me eat his stew!

 

Chorus:

It's no fun when ya gotta eat an onion!

It's no fun when ya gotta eat an onion!

 

Sometimes when I take a bite

Of something that I think's alright

I find some onion in my mouth,

And Mom won't let me spit it out, she says,

"It's just a small piece, don't you fuss!"

But it will burn if it gets crushed

I chew around it, but I'm stuck,

I guess I'll have to swallow, YUUCH!

 

Chorus

 

Now onion lovers love to tell

How much they love that onion smell

How onions make your blood run thinner

If you eat them in your dinner

Well I don't care what someone thinks,

If you eat onions, your breath stinks!

And you might cause your best friend's death

If you say "Hi!" with onion breath!

 

Chorus

 

Onions raw or onions cooked, or

Onions tossed or sauced or gooked

With batter fried, or onions plain

Or onions baked with fancy names, yeah,

Like 'Au Gratin' or 'Fondue'

Or onions hidden in my stew

With eggs or cheese in a souffle

They're still just onions anyway!

 

Chorus

 

So kids remember when you eat

Check each mouthful, I repeat,

Cause onions are a grown-up plot!

Some kids like onions, I do not!

 

Chorus

 

 

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

 

ANIMAL CRACKERS

 

Animal crackers trapped in a box

I let 'em out 'cause I love 'em alot

Animal crackers, glad to be free

You're funny and cute, and you love me!

 

Animal crackers you love to play

I make you walk and y'do what I say

Animal crackers, you want a surprise?

Animal crackers, close your eyes!

Animal crackers, do you want a treat?

 

Then I BITE OFF THEIR HEADS!!!!

And I CHEW OFF THEIR FEET!!

And I GRIND THEIR BODIES and I MASH THEIR NECKS!

Then I SWALLOW 'EM DOWN, cause, hey, what the heck!?

 

They're just animal crackers, trapped in a box

And I let 'em out, 'cause I love 'em a lot!!

 

 

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

 

CHICKENS FOR PEACE

 

Chickens for peace!

We're chickens for peace!

And we

Don't want to fry!

Chickens for peace!

We're chickens for peace!

One little war,

And we're chicken-pot-pie!

 

Chickens for peace!

We're chickens for peace!

And no one respects,

A chicken who begs!

Chickens for peace!

We're chickens for peace!

One little slip,

And we're hard boiled eggs!

 

Chickens for peace!

We're chickens for peace!

But we're not chicken chickens!

We're taking a stand!

Chickens for peace!

We're chickens for peace!

And our chicken spirit

Is sweeping the land!

 

The doves and the hawks are still fighting

The swans and the ducks are all wet!

But us chickens have all been uniting!

And what chickens want, chickens get!!

 

We're chickens for peace!

We're chickens for peace!

And we will win!

We're not turkeys!  (Or geese!)

We're chickens for peace!

We're chickens for peace!

Hold up your beaks and join in!

Cause those bombs make hot water

That will make chicken soup from the grease

Of us chickens for peace!

 

 

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1985, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

 

LET 'EM LAUGH!

 

Let 'em laugh!  Let 'em laugh!  Let 'em laugh!

Let 'em call me a clown!

Let 'em laugh!  Let 'em laugh!  Let 'em laugh!

That won't stop me from getting up when I fall down!

 

Everybody makes mistakes when

We're learning something new

I look funny on my roller skates

Because it's hard to do!

I don't care if they laugh at me,

I think I'm funny too!

Though I fall down, I won't give up,

And they'll cheer me when I'm through!  So,

 

Chorus

 

I never used to try new things

My friends thought I was shy

Then I realized one day

That life was passing by!

Sometimes you gotta take a chance

There's so many things to try,

N'sometimes you 'crash and burn',

But sometimes, you fly!  So,

 

Chorus

 

 

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

I'M A LITTLE COOKIE

  by Larry Penn

 

I'm a little cookie, yes I am!

I was made by the cookie man

On my way from the cookie pan

A little piece broke offa me!

 

A little piece broke offa me, uh-huh!

A little piece broke offa me, uh-huh!

But I can taste just as good, uh-huh,

As a regular cookie can!

 

I'm a little gumdrop, yessirree

The gumdrop lady, she made me

On my way from the sugar can

I got a little dent in me

 

I got a little dent in me, uh-huh!

I got a little dent in me, uh-huh!

But I can taste just as good, uh-huh,

As a regular gumdrop can!

 

I'm a little chocolate bar, I am!

I was made by the chocolate man

On my way from the chocolate stand

I got a little bend in me!

 

I got a little bend in me, uh-huh!

I got a little bend in me, uh-huh!

But I can taste just as good, uh-huh,

As a regular chocolate bar can!

 

I'm a little Tootsie Roll, you see?

The Tootsie lady, she made me

On my way from Tootsie land,

I got a little twist in me

 

I got a little twist in me, uh-huh!

I got a little twist in me, uh-huh!

But I can taste just as good, uh-huh,

As a regular Tootsie Roll can!

 

I'm a little cookie, yes I am!

I was made by the cookie man

On my way from the cookie pan

A little piece broke offa me!

 

Now I ain't as round as I might be,

But I'll taste good, just y'wait and see!

And I can love back just twice as hard

As a regular cookie can!

 

 

Written by Larry Penn, ©1982, PRO Devon Music, Inc. (BMI)

 

 

 

 

LETTER TO MR. BROWN

 

Dear Mr. Brown, from the kids in Room 2

We're writing you a letter like you taught us to do.

We all got together at lunch this noon,

N' we decided we'd better do something soon.

 

'Cause lately you've been different and we don't know why

Did we do something wrong?  We're sorry and we'll try

To act a little better, if we've been bad.

We all think that you're the best teacher we've had.

 

You used to hold our hands when we walked across the street.

You used to help us wash them just before we went to eat.

You used to kneel down and help Jose' tie up his shoes,

And sometimes you would thumb-wrestle, usually you'd lose!

 

You used to boost up Ray and Alice on the monkey bars.

You used to put your arm around us when we got our stars.

Whenever we played "tag", you were "it" the most,

N' you'd even help Tyrone when he'd forget to blow his nose!

 

You used to help us button up our coats when it was chilly.

You used to mess our hairs up with your hand when we were silly.

N' you used to hug us sometimes, when we fell and hurt our knees,

But you never touch us anymore, so Mr. Brown, please,

 

Tell us why you're mad at us, and honest, we will change!

You still help us learn to read and add, but now you're acting strange.

You never made us nervous or kept us after school.

You never touched us anywhere that was against the rules,

 

So, Mr. Brown, please, tell us what we did,

And we hope you read our letter, 'cause it's signed by ev'ry kid.

 

Signed:  Robert, Susan, Rosie, Lee, Ian, Mark, and Russell T.,

Jade, and Alice, Nico, Ray, Darrell, Thomas, Russell A.,

Ellen, Jennifer, and Mary, Lynn, Felicia, and Gary,

Jose', Reggie, Barbara, Joan, Harold, and your friend, Tyrone.

 

 

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)

 

 

 

 

HE EATS ASPARAGUS, WHY CAN'T YOU BE THAT WAY?

  by Barry Louis Polisar

 

Whenever I am naughty, whenever I act bad

Whenever I do something that makes my parents mad,

Like the time I juggled eggs, and they splattered on the floor

My Mommy says "Why can't you be just like that boy next door!"

 

Brdg:The boy next door, he makes his bed

He never leaves things on the floor

He likes his little sister

And he never slams the door, yeah,

 

Cho:The boy next door he cleans his plate

And he makes my parents say,

"HE EATS ASPARAGUS, WHY CAN'T YOU BE THAT WAY?!"

 

At school he's an angel, he always sits up straight

He says "Thank-you, please, excuse me!", and he never comes in late

N'though he's never, ever dirty, still he loves to take his bath

And he loves to do his homework too, especially his math!

 

Chorus

 

He goes to bed without a fuss and he brushes all his teeth

And Mommy wishes that I was him, and he was me!

He never burps or spills his milk, he always does what he is told,

But what the heck, the boy next door is, 34 YEARS OLD!!

 

Chorus

 

 

Written by Barry Louis Polisar ©1974, Rainbow Morning Music (BMI)

Additional lyrics by Peter Alsop

 

 

 

 

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!