Marijuana, Marijuana LSD, LSD Doctors make it Teachers take it Why can’t we? Why can’t we? -Trent Eades, These were learned while I was in grade school in Great Falls, Montana: Circa second or third grade, around 1971 or 1972
Marijuana, Marijuana LSD, LSD Doctors make it Teachers take it Why can’t we? Why can’t we? -Trent Eades, These were learned while I was in grade school in Great Falls, Montana: Circa second or third grade, around 1971 or 1972
Fatty, fatty, two-by-four, couldn’t get through the bathroom door, so he did it on the floor, licked it up and did it some more! Oklahoma City, circa 1989.
Sung to the tune of “Joy to the World” Joy to the world, my teacher’s dead, I bar-b-qued her head! What happened to her body? I flushed it down the potty, and ’round and ’round it goes, and ’round and ’round it goes, and ‘rouu-uunnd and ‘rooounnd and ’round it goes! Oklahoma City, circa 1989.
Beans, beans the musical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot. The more you toot, the better you feel. So let’s have beans for every meal. Spokane, Washington back in the 70’s, Leann, Washington:
Don’t say “ain’t”. Your mother will faint. Your father will fall in a bucket of paint. Your sister will cry. Your brother will die. And grandma won’t bake an apple pie. We said this in elementary school in Spokane, Washington back in the 70’s – Leann, Washington:
Jack and Jill went up the hill each with a buck and a quarter. Jill came down with two fifty. raleigh n c 1985
Little birdie flying high, dropped a message from the sky, as I wiped it from my eye, I thanked the lord Cows don’t fly! Andrew, Hobart, Tasmania This one is similar to one alreadt on your site, but sufficiently different to be included.
Speed’n ’round the corner Do’n 88 Look’n for a toilet Pttth! too late! Andrew, Hobart, Tasmania
I had a little dog his name was Jack. He shit all over the railroad track. The train came by the shit flew high and hit the conductor right in the eye. I had a little monkey I sent him to the country fed him on a loaf of gingerbread. Ziffo! Zafffo! kicked him in […]
When I was a wee wee tot they took me from my warm warm cot and sat me on a cold cold pot and made me wee wee whether I could or not -Beth, Philadelphia