CapnPseudo says, “I learned this from my father when I was a kid, and apparently it was something kids sang in his elementary sometime in the early 70’s.” When I woke up this mornin’, I looked upon the wall, the boogies and the bedbugs were playing a game of ball. The score was 6 to […]
Mark writes: McDonald’s is your kind of place. Hamburgers in your face. French fries up your nose. Pickles between your toes. And don’t forget McDonald’s shakes, made from polluted lakes. McDonald’s is your kind of place. Houston, Texas 1973
There was an old lady named Dot, Who lived on dogshit and snot, When she could not get these, She ate the green cheese, That she got from inside her twat. -Rod Brock
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:
From my Grandparents on my Mom’s side… From “Grampy” Martin: The fly flew into the grocery store singing doe-si-doe-si-doe he flew right through the open door singing doe-si-doe-si-doe well he shit on the sugar and he shit on the ham and he shit all over that grocery man And then the fly flew out of […]
this aint really a kid’s rhyme, and it’s unattributed by the source I got it from sclerotic-rings.livejournal.com, but this seems kind of appropriate anyhow… “Mary had a little lamb, A lobster and some prunes, A slice of cake, a piece of pie, And then some macaroons. It made the naughty waiters grin To see her […]
Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts Mutilated monkey meat Dead baby parakeets Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts And me without my spoon Many variations exist. “[your name here]’s Made of greasy, grimy…”, “chopped up liver meat” instead of “dead baby parakeets”, “french-fried eyeballs boiled in a pot of beans” instead […]
