32 WEBELOS SCOUT SONGS

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WEBELOS SCOUTS SONG BOOK

Webelos Rock You 1
You Gotta Sing Song 2
Eddie Koochie Catchinary Song 3
I’m My Own Grandpa Song 4
All You Etta Song 5
Ravioli 6
Boa Constrictor Song 7
Chicken Lips and Lizard Hips Song 8
Gilligan’s Island Song 9
God Bless My Underwear Song 10
Hageleena Mageleena Song 11
Hole in my Bucket Song 12
I’m a Nut Song 13
Jaws Song 14
Jon Johnson Song 15
Meadow Muffin Blues Song 16
My Dead Dog Rover Song 17
Onni Wonni Wakki Song 18
Rattlin’ Bog Song 19
Comin’ Round the Mountain Song 20
Goober Peas Song 21
Granny’s In the Cellar Song 22
Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts Song 24
Hawaiian Punch Song 25
Hole In the Bottom of the Sea Song 26
Itsy Bitsy Spider Birthday Song 27
Little Black Things Song 28
Patsy Atsy Ori Aye Song 29
Sam, Sam, the Lavatory Man Song 30
Be Kind to Your Webfooted Friends Song 31
The Thing Song 32
States Song 33

Webelos Rock You

Buddy you’re a young man, a camper, working hard to be a Scout someday

Got no blood on your knife, and no gun fights

Hanging out all night by the Fire ring site

(Chorus)

Singing, Webelos, Webelos, Rock you. Webelos, Webelos, Rock you.

Buddy you’re a Cub Scout, working to a Boy Scout, Then a man someday

Ya tie 5 great Knots; you know your rocks, Just don’t smell our dirty socks

(Chorus)

Singing, Webelos, Webelos, Rock you. Webelos, Webelos, Rock you.

Buddy you’re my best friend, a true friend, got your back in every way.

Ya raise the Flag; fold it tight with all your might Keeping the Scout code always in sight.

(Chorus)

Singing, Webelos, Webelos, Rock you. Webelos, Webelos, Rock you. Singing, We just, we just rocked you.

You Gotta Sing Song

You gotta sing when your spirit says sing,

When your spirit says sing, you gotta sing right along

You gotta sing when your spirit says sing.

You gotta shout when your spirit says shout,

When your spirit says shout, you gotta shout right out loud,

You gotta shout when your spirit says shout.

You gotta wiggle when your spirit says wiggle,

When your spirit says wiggle, you gotta wiggle like a worm,

You gotta wiggle when your spirit says wiggle.

You gotta shake when your spirit says shake,

When your spirit says shake, you gotta shake like a snake,

You gotta shake when your spirit says shake.

You gotta dance when your spirit says dance,

When your spirit says dance, you gotta dance right along

You gotta dance when your spirit says dance.

Eddie Koochie Catchinary Song

Chorus:

Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky Brown

WHO?

Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky Brown

Fell into the well,

Fell into the deep dark well.

Susie Jones was milking in the barn

Saw him fall and ran inside to tell her mom that…

– Chorus

Susie’s Mom was Baking Cracklin Bread

Called old Joe and told him that her Susie said that…

– Chorus

Then Old Joe he laid his plow aside

Grabbed his cane and hobbled into town and cried that…

– Chorus

To the well everybody came

What a shame it took so long to say his name that…

Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky Brown

WHO?

Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky Brown –

DROWNED!

I’m My Own Grandpa Song

Many, many years ago when I was 23,

I was married to a wider who was purty as can be.

This wider had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red

My father fell in love with her and soon they two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life

For my daughter was my mother cause she was my father’s wife

To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy,

I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

I’m my own grandpa,

I’m my own grandpa

It sounds funny I know

But it really is so

I’m my own grandpa.

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad,

And so became my uncle though it made me very sad.

For, if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother

Of the wider’s grown-up daughter who, of course, was my step-mother.

My father’s wife then had a son who kept them on the run,

And he became my grandchild for he was my daughter’s son.

My wife is now my mother’s mother and it makes me blue

Because, although she is my wife, she’s my grandmother too.

I’m my own grandpa,

I’m my own grandpa

It sounds funny I know

But it really is so

I’m my own grandpa.

Oh, if my wife is my grandmother, then I’m her grandchild.

And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild

For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw

As husband of my own grandmother, I’m my own grandpa.

I’m my own grandpa,

I’m my own grandpa

It sounds funny I know

But it really is so

I’m my own grandpa.

All You Etta Song

Chorus:

All you etta, think of all you etta,

All you etta think of all you et.

Think of all the [bread] you et,

All the [bread],

All you et,

Ohhhh . . .

– Chorus

(Repeat replacing [bread] with each food you had.)

Ravioli

Chorus:

Ravioli, I like ravioli.

Ravioli, it’s the best for me.

Leader: Have I got it on my chin?

All: Yes, you’ve got it on your chin.

Leader: On my chin?

All: On your chin.

All: Oooooooooh… into Chorus.

(Repeat replacing [chin] with tie, shirt, pants, shoes, stove, tent, … until tired of it)

Leader: Is it all over?

All: Yes, it’s all over.

Leader: GOOD!

Boa Constrictor Song

I’m being swallowed by a boa constrictor,

by a boa constrictor,

I’m being swallowed by a boa constrictor,

And I don’t like it one bit.

Well, what do you know, he swallowed my toe.

Oh gee, he’s up to my knee.

Oh my, he’s up to my thigh.

Oh yummy, he’s up to my tummy.

Oh fiddle, he’s up to my middle,

Oh yes, he’s up to my chest.

Oh heck, he’s up to my neck.

Oh dread, he swallowed my (gurgling, gagging noises)

Chicken Lips and Lizard Hips Song

Oh, when I was a camper, I never liked to eat;

the cook put things upon my plate, I’d dump them on his feet;

but then one day he made this soup, I ate it all in bed;

I asked him what he put in it, and this is what he said.

Chorus:

Oh, chicken lips and lizard hips and alligator eyes;

monkey legs and buzzard eggs and salamander thighs;

rabbit ears and camel rears and tasty toenail pies;

stir them all together, it’s called Sludge Soup Surprise.

I went into the bathroom and stood beside the sink;

I said I’m feeling slightly ill, I think I’d like a drink;

The cook he said, “I’ve just the thing, I’ll get it in a wink;

it’s full of lots of protein, and vitamins I think.”

– Chorus

Gilligan’s Island Song

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,

a tale of a fateful trip.

That started from this tropic port,

aboard this tiny ship.

The mate was a mighty sailing man,

the skipper brave and sure.

Five passengers set sail that day,

for a three hour tour.

a three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,

the tiny ship was tossed.

If not for the courage of the fearless crew,

the Minnow would be lost,

the Minnow would be lost.

The ship took ground on the shore of this

uncharted desert isle,

with Giligan, the skipper too,

The millionaire, and his wife,

The movie star,

The professor, and MaryAnn,

here on Gilligan’s Isle.

So this is the tale of our castaways,

they’re here for a long, long time.

They’ll have to make the best of things,

it’s an uphill climb.

The first mate, and his skipper too,

will do their very best

to make the others comfortable

in this tropic island nest.

No Phones, No lights, No Motorcars,

Not a single luxury.

Like Robinson Crusoe

It’s primitive as can be.

So join us here each week, my friend,

you’re sure to get a smile,

from seven stranded castaways,

Here on Gilligan’s Isle!

God Bless My Underwear Song

God bless my underwear, my only pair.

Stand beside them, and guide them,

Through the rips, through the holes, through the tears.

From the washer, to the dryer, to my backpack, to my rear.

God bless my underwear, my only pair.

God bless my underwear, or I’ll be bare.

God bless my underwear

That I wear down there.

I outgrow them, then throw them,

Those who wear them will never be square

When the bully, gives a wedgie

Pray that they won’t ever tear

God bless my underwear, my only pair.

God bless my underwear, or I’ll need to share.

Hageleena Mageleena Song

Hagaleena Magaleena Upa Staka Waka Taka. Oka Poka Loka was her name. (Clap Clap)

There was a funny girl, she had a funny name.

She got it from her pappy just the same, same, same.

Chorus

She had two hairs in the middle of her head. One was alive (put one finger on top of your head)

And the other one was dead (put another finger on top of your head)

Chorus

She had two eyes in the front of her head. One was green and the other was red.

Chorus

She had two teeth in the front of her mouth

One pointed north (put one finger against your mouth, pointing north)

And one the other pointed south (put another finger against your mouth, pointing south)

Chorus

She had two lips, two beautiful lips. Shaped just like two battleships.

Chorus

Her nose was so long that when she sneezed. It got caught in between her knees.

Chorus

Her ears stuck out like the sails of a boat. Her Adam’s apple wandered up and down her throat.

Chorus

She had two arms in the middle of her body. One knew judo (horizontal karate chop motion)

And the other knew karate (vertical karate chop motion)

Chorus

She loved to polish her fingernails. She bought her polish in ten gallon pails.

Chorus

She had two feet size twelve and a half. One took a shower (kick out one foot)

And the other took a bath (kick out the other foot)

Chorus

Her feet were flat as bathroom mats. I forgot to ask how they got like that.

Chorus

A semi-truck hit Mag-a-leena (slow down during this line)

(back to original tempo) Completely destroyed that poor machina!

Hole in my Bucket Song

This can be a funny skit if two people have the courage to sing it in front of a group. Singing like an old man and woman is even funnier, with the woman getting more frustrated.

(Two parts – Henry and Liza)

There’s a hole in my bucket,

dear Liza, dear Liza,

There’s a hole in my bucket,

dear Liza, a hole.

Well fix it, dear Henry,

dear Henry, dear Henry,

Well fix it, dear Henry, well fix it.

With what shall fix it, …

With straw, …

The straw is too long, …

Well cut it, …

With what shall I cut it, …

With an axe, …

The axe is too dull, …

Then sharpen it, …

With what shall I sharpen it, …

With a stone, …

The stone is too dry, …

Then wet it, …

With what shall I wet it, …

With water, …

In what shall I fetch it, …

With a bucket, …

But there’s a hole in my bucket, …!!!

I’m a Nut Song

I’m a little coconut,

Sitting under this here tree.

Everybody steps on me,

That is why I’m cracked you see.

Chorus:

I’m a nut,

I’m a nut, nut, nut-nut-nut.

Called myself on the telephone

Just to see if I was home.

Made a date for half past eight,

Better hurry or I’ll be late!

– Chorus

Took myself to the picture show

Sat myself in the very last row

Wrapped my arms around my waist

Got so fresh I slapped my face!

– Chorus

Bought some roses at the store.

Told myself I wanted more.

That’s why I broke up with me.

Now I am a nut that’s free!

– Chorus

Gee, I miss me all the time.

Wonder if I’m doing fine.

Maybe I’ll stop by to see

If I have a chance with me.

– Chorus

Coca-Cola went to town,

Pepsi-Cola shot him down.

Dr. Pepper fixed him up,

Now we all drink 7-Up.

– Chorus

Jaws Song

This Song is meant for Boy Scouts, Webelos scouts.

Tune: Do Re Mi

Lyrics:

JAWS – A mouth, a great big mouth

TEETH – The things that rip and crunch

BITE – The friendly sharks ‘hello’

US – His favorite juicy lunch

BLOOD – That turns the ocean red

GULP – a single bite of flesh

CHOMP – That means the sharks been fed

That will bring us back to …

[Repeat quietly, then loudly.]

Jon Johnson Song

Use as thick a ‘Norwegian Ole and Sven’ type accent as you can.

Just keeping singing it as long as everyone can stand.

Lyrics:

My name is Jon Johnson,

I come from Wisconsin.

I work in the lumberyard there.

When I walk down the street,

All the people I meet

Say, “Hey, What’s your name?”

And I tell ’em:

[Repeat]

Meadow Muffin Blues Song

Chorus:

I’ve got the meadow muffin blues,

On the bottom of my shoes.

Can’t seem to shake it,

Got to take it home and scrape it.

I got the meadow muffin blues.

While I was walkin’ through a field one day,

Stopped to say good day

A cow dropped her dinner

And I’m standing iner

She quickly smiled and walked away.

Chorus

Now a cow’s sense of humor is kind of bent

And the stuff is stickin’ like cement.

It started raining and my legs are really straining

So I kicked off my shoes and away I went.

Chorus

You’ve heard of the dangers in the woods,

And in the city it’s the druggies in the hoods.

When you’re walking through a pasture

You better walk a little faster

Or your shoes are going to pick up all the goods.

Chorus

My Dead Dog Rover Song

I’m looking over my dead dog Rover,

That I over-ran with the mower.

One leg is missing the other is gone.

The third one is scattered all over the lawn.

No need explaining the one remaining

It’s splattered on the kitchen door.

I’m looking over my dead dog Rover,

that I over-ran with the mower.

I’m looking over my dead dog Rover

Who died on the kitchen floor.

One leg is broken, the other is lame,

The third leg is missing, the fourth needs a cane.

No need explaining, the tail remaining

Was caught in the oven door.

I’m looking over my dead dog Rover

Who died on the kitchen floor.

Onni Wonni Wakki Song

Onni wonni wakki Wah wah,

Aye yi yi yippi yi yi yi.

Aye yi, aye yi, aye yi, aye yi

Repeat the song three times, doing the actions in rhythm with the music.

During the first verse, put both hands on your knees.

Then move them to the knees of the person to your right.

Then on your own knees.

Then on the knees of the person to your left.

Then back on your own knees.

Go back and forth in rhythm.

During second verse, start with arms folded (not tucked in) in front of

your chest.

Put right hand out.

Put left hand on top of it.

Put left hand back in folded position.

Put right hand in folded position.

Repeat by putting left hand out first.

During last verse, put both hands on your knees.

Then put left hand on nose while crossing right arm over to touch left ear.

Then put hands on knees.

Then touch nose with right hand while touching right ear with left hand.

Rattlin’ Bog Song

Chorus

Oh, Oh, The rattlin’ bog,

The bog down in the valley-O

Oh, Oh, The rattlin’ bog,

The bog down in the valley-O

And in that bog there was a tree,

A rare tree, a rattlin’ tree.

With the tree in the bog,

And the bog down in the valley-O.

Chorus

And on that tree there was a limb,

A rare limb, a rattlin’ limb.

With the limb on the tree,

And the tree in the bog,

And the bog down in the valley-O. Chorus

And on that limb there was a branch,

A rare branch, a rattlin’ branch.

With the branch on the limb,

And the limb on the tree,

And the tree in the bog,

And the bog down in the valley-O. Chorus

(Continue pattern adding twig, nest, egg, bird, feather, flea, leg, foot, boot, and finally …)

And on that boot there was a lace,

A rare lace, a rattlin’ lace.

With the lace on the boot,

And the boot on the foot,

And the foot on the leg,

And the leg on the flea,

And the flea on the feather,

And the feather on the bird,

And the bird on the egg,

And the egg in the nest,

And the nest on the twig,

And the twig on the branch,

And the branch on the limb,

And the limb on the tree,

And the tree in the bog,

And the bog down in the valley-O. Chorus

And on that lace, there was an END.

Comin’ Round the Mountain Song

She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot toot)

She’ll be coming round the mountain, She’ll be coming round the mountain,

She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot toot)

She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes (whoa back)

She’ll be driving six white horses, She’ll be driving six white horses,

She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes (whoa back, toot toot)

Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes (hi babe)

Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her, we’ll all go out to meet her,

We’ll all go out to meet her when she comes (hi babe, whoa back, toot toot)

She’ll be wearing red pajamas when she comes (scratch scratch)

She’ll be wearing red pajamas, She’ll be wearing red pajamas,

She’ll be wearing red pajamas when she comes (scratch scratch, hi babe, whoa back, toot toot)

She’ll have to sleep with Grandma when she comes (snore snore)

She’ll have to sleep with Grandma, She’ll have to sleep with Grandma,

She’ll have to sleep with Grandma when she comes (snore snore, scratch scratch, hi babe, whoa back, toot toot)

We’ll kill the old red rooster when she comes (squack squack)

We’ll kill the old red rooster when she comes (squack, squack)

We’ll kill the old red rooster, We’ll kill the old red rooster,

We’ll kill the old red rooster when she comes (squack squack, snore snore, scratch scratch, hi babe, whoa back, toot toot)

We’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes (yum yum)

We’ll all have chicken and dumplings, We’ll all have chicken and dumplings,

We’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes (yum yum, squack squack, snore snore, scratch scratch, hi babe, whoa back, toot toot)

Goober Peas Song

Sitting by the roadside on a summer’s day

Chatting with my mess-mates passing time away

Lying in the shadows underneath the trees

Goodness how delicious eating goober peas.

Chorus:

Peas, peas, peas, peas

Eating goober peas

Goodness how delicious

Eating goober peas.

When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule

To cry out their loudest, ‘Mister, where’s your mule?’

But another custom, enchanting-er than these

Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.

Chorus

Just before the battle, the General hears a row

He says ‘The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now.’

He looks down the roadway and what d’you think he sees?

The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas.

Chorus

I think my song has lasted just about enough.

The subject’s interesting but the rhymes are mighty rough.

I wish the war was over so free from rags and fleas

We’d kiss our wives and sweethearts, say good-bye to goober peas.

Chorus

Granny’s In the Cellar Song

Granny’s in the cellar.

Oh Lordy can’t ya smell her,

Cooking Biscuits on that darn old greasy stove.

In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin’ in the batter