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I'm Growing
03:05
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I’m growing
I’m growing
Every day I grow a little bit more
Sometimes it seems so slow and yet I’m sure I’m surely
Growing Growing Growing
Growing up!
Growing up!
Flowers reach for sun
When rains come down they droop
But when it’s done
They reach again they’re growing
I used to be a baby
I used to be tiny
Knee-high to a grass hop-hop-hop-hopper
My arms are getting longer
And I’m getting stronger
And my heart grows big-big-big-big bigger
Bigger Bigger Bigger!!!
Every day I grow a little bit more
Sometimes it seems so slow and yet I’m sure I’m surely
Growing Growing Growing
Growing up!
Growing up!
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Pumpkin Hair
02:49
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I love that lady with the pumpkin hair
She smells as sweet as butter
If she will marry me I swear
I’ll never love another
I met her on St. Groundhog’s day
My knees went weak when she looked my way
I love that lady with the pumpkin hair
She smells as sweet as butter
Her eyes are like the prairie sky
The weather’s always changin’
If she will let me be her guy
I’ll never go free-rangin’
She rides upon a chestnut mare
With a circle of flowers in her pumpkin hair
I love that lady with the pumpkin hair
She smells as sweet as butter
The freckles all across her nose
Are where the angels kissed her
When I’ve saved my money then I’ll propose
I’ll be her constant mister
The sun will shine on our sweet home
And I’ll stay put and never roam
I love that lady with the pumpkin hair
She smells as sweet as butter
Her smile is like a leaf upon
The river’s deepest waters
When 12 short years have come and gone
We’ll have a dozen daughters
They each will have a beauty rare
With the freckles and the smiles and the pumpkin hair
I love that lady with the pumpkin hair
She smells as sweet as butter
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Walkin' Back to Texas
04:00
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Lonely, all by my lonesome in Frisco it’s
Cold, the fog blows all day long
Back in Texas the sunshine is certain
It’s dry, it’s hot, it’s where I belong
On my knees, begging please
Home, is where, is where I belong
Bah do dee…
Mama, hear me, please hear me, I’m calling your phone
But you don’t call me back
All I need is a ticket on greyhound
You know, this time I’ll pay you back
I’ll be good, like I should
Oh, please mama I wanna come back
Please, please mama, please take me back
Bah do dee…
So I’m walkin’, I’m walkin’ the highway
The dust and dirt are in my hair
Through the valleys and over the mountains
To home, can’t wait til I am there
I’m on my way, home to stay
Home is where I’m bound today
Bah do dee…
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Sun Comes Up
02:41
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Sun comes up Rub my eyes
Touch my toes Exercise
Eggs and ham Toast and jam
I Brush my teeth Comb my hair
Make my bed Down the stair
Brand new day I’m out to play
I can run so fast I can run so far
I’m fast, I’m fast
You’ll never catch me! I’m away…
Watch me run away!
Yes yes yes No no no
You say stop I say go
Hold my hand Don’t be slow
Climb on up To the top
Slide on down Belly flop
Skin my knee Count to three
I run run run
It’s a one on one
It’s a run run run a-run run run around round kind of day…
We’re gonna run around all day – let’s go!
Yes yes yes
No no no
Run run run
Let’s go go go go go!
Sun comes up Rub my eyes
Touch my toes Exercise
Eggs and ham Toast and jam
I Brush my teeth Comb my hair
Make my bed Down the stair
Brand new day I’m out to play
I go I go I go I go go go go!
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Now Mozart’s at the window
(Let him in, let him in, let him in!)
Now Mozart’s in the closet
(Let him out, let him out, let him out!)
He’s Here!
(Oh yes, he’s in your hair)
He’s There!
(Oh he is everywhere)
Now Mozart’s on the rooftop
(Let him in, let him in, let him in!)
He’s coming down the chimney
Now he’s tracking dirt around the house
He makes a whinny like a horse
And then he’s quiet as a mouse
He’s hiding underneath the sofa over there
Where’d he go? He seems to disappear into thin air
Here he is, I found him swinging from the chandelier
Drinking papa’s beer
In his underweer
In his underwear
In his underweer or wear, he’s always running here or there it’s true
So true
Oh, what will his poor mama say
When she finds he’s broken all the china
She got in France, which was hand-painted with a strange
medieval dance of tall men prancing in short pants
The prize begonias in the yard, were hit hard they never had a chance they’re
Trampled underneath the garden window
The roses too, spray painted blue, by you-know-who
He never never ever seems to give a worry or a care
He’s always spinning like a top, there’s always trouble in the air
There’ll never be a moment’s peace as long as little Mozart’s there
He is trouble everywhere, he is trouble everywhere
I swear
Now Mozart’s very quiet, it’s fishy. Suspicious.
Where is he now?
He’s skating on the sidewalk
He’s running in the hallway
He’s talking in the movies
He’s eating on the subway
He’s feeding all the meters
He’s mocking our great leaders
He’s hopped upon a jet plane
But now he’s stuck at John Wayne
He can’t be stuck at John Wayne
The air is stale at John Wayne
He’s growing pale at John Wayne
And now he’s at the Airport Hotel
He’s re-arranged the flowers
He’s splashing in the fountain
He’s calling for room service
The concierge is nervous
Now Mozart’s blowing smoke from a cigar
There’s chaos in the lobby
Bad Boy Mozart’s on the bar
Playing loud guitar
Now Mozart’s in his bedroom
(Let me out, let me out let me out!)
He’s grounded for the weekend
(Let me out, let me out let me out!)
Unfair! (Oh how he pounds the door)
Unfair! (Oh how he stomps the floor)
His mother’s wearing headphones
(Shut him out shut him out shut him out!)
Now Mozart’s sliding down the drainpipe by the window of his room
He lands as lightly as a cat and looks around him in the gloom
He’s got a backpack full of toilet paper with a faint perfume
(The rolls are flying high above the moon and up into the sky)
The trees will bloom
(Now each and every branch is dripping white his mom will surely cry)
Outside his room
The little booger’s howling at the moon
His mother can do naught but fret and fume
She’s written to his father in Khartoum
When dad comes home his son will meet his doom –
Ka-boom!
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Cutest Little Guy
02:45
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He’s the cutest little guy
I ever did see
A little like his momma and a lot like me
The cutest little guy
I ever did see
A little like his momma and a lot like me
Cutest little guy I ever did see
A little like his momma and a lot like me
He’s the cutest little guy
I ever did see
A little like his poppa and a lot like me
The cutest little guy
I ever did see
A little like his poppa and a lot like me
Cutest little guy I ever did see
A little like his poppa and a lot like me
When the stork came flying near
He knew he’d found the right house
He said “No mistake, this baby here
Must belong to that...this...that...this spouse”
He’s the cutest little guy
I ever did see
A little like his momma and a lot like me
The cutest little guy
I ever did see
A little like his poppa and a lot like me
Cutest little guy I ever did see
A little like his momma
A little like his poppa
And a lot like me!
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He’s the best in the west
and his mother never guessed
that he’d ever be the best in the west
She was less than impressed
with the fringe leather vest
and the seven-pointed star on his chest
But now he’s tall
He’s tan, he’s so polite
He wears a twenty-gallon hat upon his head
His spurs
Are gold, his teeth are white
He’s got the Rio Grande inside his water bed
He’s the best in the west
and his mother never guessed
that he’d ever be the best in the west.
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Always on the Bottom
02:05
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When pop flies popped up
Someone else caught ‘em
It was not me
I was sittin’ on my bottom
Sittin’ on the bench
I was always too slow
Ambition’s fine for a Hillary Rodham
But that’s not me
I was always on the bottom
Always on the bottom
That’s the place that I know
Each Morning I wake up
At the bottom of my bed
I read the bottom of the cereal box
I butter the bottom of my bread
I don’t like heights
I’m afraid of fallin’
So I stay low
That’s my true callin’
I like it on the bottom
That’s the place that I know
For every mountain high
There’s a valley sweet and low
A place that’s sheltered from the storm
While others struggle to climb
I’m glad that I’m
Down in the Valley keepin’ dry and warm
I’m always on the bottom
Always on the bottom
Close to the ground, safe and low
I’m always on the bottom
That’s the place that I know
I’m always on the bottom
Always on the bottom
What’s up top? Well, I don’t know
‘Cause I’m always on the bottom
That’s the place that I know
They say that cream will rise
That may be so
But it’s under our feet where diamonds grow
If you’re always striving and reaching for the stars
You might miss a shining diamond down below
When the leaves turn yellow and brown in the Autumn
They fall down, down to the bottom
All around my feet – I’m kickin’ at gold
With gravity holding me down
I smile, I don’t frown
‘Cause I’m happy on the bottom
I’m safe on the bottom
Oh, I like it on the bottom
You know I like to get down
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Simple
03:07
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Simple 1,2,3
Simple Do-Re-Mi
Simple like your mother told you so
Simple like a cake
Simple no mistake you’ll ever make
If
You keep it simple, Biff
S-I-M-P-L-E
Is how it’s got to be
Just keep it simple, simple, simple for me
Simple Ooh La La
Simple Cha-cha-cha
Simple just like falling off a log
Simple as a square
Simple just like breathing in the air
Sniff
Mmm, keep it simple, Biff
S-I-M-P-L-E
Is how it’s got to be
Just keep it simple, simple, simple for me
Big old words like “obfuscate”
They’re not great, They don’t rate
Detailed, complex arguments
They’re all pretense, they don’t make sense
They’re just another way of sittin’ on the fence
Simple bird and bee
Simple you and me
Simple there’s no mystery at all
Simple as a sneeze
Simple like the fruit falls from the trees
Right
Just take a simple bite
S-I-M-P-L-E
Is how it’s got to be
Just keep it simple
Simple, simple, simple
Simple as the dimple on little Shirley Timple
Make mine simple, simple, simple for me
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There’s a bowl of milk in the moonlight
There’s a mouse on the mat at the door
When the morning dawns
And the tired world yawns
I’ll be curled up by the window
In the warm, warm sun
Meow meow meow meow meow
Meow meow meow meow
Meow meow meow...
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I Feel a Waltz Coming On
02:25
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I feel a waltz coming on
I don’t like this feeling
I’ll stare at the light bulb up there on the ceiling
It’s old and it’s corny
It’s phony, it’s false
It’s not what I want, a Waltz!
I feel a waltz coming on
Of all the diseases
The waltz, above all, is the one that displeases
It churns in my stomach
It burns somersaults
The thing I can’t stand is a waltz!
I can’t let them see it
I must try to hide
This squirming unnerving sensation
Of a schmaltzy waltz deep inside
I feel a waltz coming on!
In spite of my wishes
My soul is unfurling and swirling in swishes
I’m three quarters crazy
I’m three quarters mad
I’m waltzing a waltz, I’m Bad!
I can’t let them see it
I must try to act like a man
I don’t trust this feeling
The last time I waltzed I was months in the healing!
I feel a waltz coming on!
It’s most disconcerting
It’s more than my lower lumbago that’s hurting
My delicate senses
It brutely assaults
I cringe when I hear
Everybody stand clear
The thing that I fear, it’s near, it’s here, it’s a waltz!
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Library Party
03:47
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Library Closing Time
Make the announcement, ring the chime
Straighten the chairs, do all those little chores
Move the people out and lock the doors
It’s been a long day of givin’ out information
We’ve earned ourselves a little celebration
Nobody knows what we librarians do
When we’re behind closed doors and out of view
Nobody knows what we librarians do
When we’re behind closed doors and out of view
Pull down the shades, dim the lights
Do we just read books or do we dance all night?
Library, Library Party Time
Some like to boogie, some sing the blues
Some like it funky in platform shoes
Some are bold, some are shy
It takes all kinds to make a library fly
Library, Library Party Time
Library, Library Party Time
Library, Library Party Time
Librarians!
We don’t shirk our duties
Librarians!
We all shake our booties!
We hold the key to the reference books in back
The key to the bathroom and restricted stacks
The key to the doors, we open at ten a.m.
We hold the key to knowledge that can set you free
The key to the books of mystery
We are the guardians of our great library
We got the key
We’ll set you free
Ya gotta dance, ya gotta open your mind
Ya gotta shake your head ya gotta shake your behind
Dare to dream, dare to groove
Read a book, make a noise, busta rhyme, busta move
When knuckleheads all rule the world
Who will teach the boys and girls?
Librarians!
Author, Subject, Title!
Librarians!
Freedom of information is Vital!
We hold the key to the reference books in back
The key to the bathroom and restricted stacks
The key to the doors, we close at six p.m.
We hold the key to knowledge that can set you free
The key to the books of mystery
We are the guardians of our great library
Yeah we got the key
Our service is free!
Nobody knows what we librarians do
When we’re behind closed doors and out of view
Pull down the shades, dim the lights
Do we just read books or do we dance all night?
Library, Library Party Time
Library, Library Party Time
Library, Library Party Time Library, Library Party Time
Librarians!
Do we decimal? Yes, we do!
Librarians!
Are we Alphabetical? A to Zoo!
Librarians!
Kick back and relax!
Librarians!
Watch us blow our stacks!
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Raise Your Voices
03:22
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Raise your voices
In a celebration
It’s a new day
Over all the land
Hearts are joyful
Love is flowing
Around the world
Lift your voices and sing it from the start!
(Listen to the beat, sing the song, sing it from the start!)
Lift your voices and raise the heavens
(Sing it how it feels, sing it how it feels in your heart!)
Around the world we all need love
(Now!) It’s time!
(Time!) To raise our voices!
(Light!) Light up!
(Up!) The night with all our love...
Raise your voices
In a celebration
It’s a new day
Over all the land
Hearts are joyful
Love is flowing
Around the world
Through the walls of city halls
The voices ring out, shouting out with joy
Love is King and Queen today
The light shines bright on every girl and boy
Raise your voices
In a celebration
It’s a new day
Over all the land
Hearts are joyful
Love is flowing
Around the world
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Tonight
03:33
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Tonight there’ll be stars on your pillow
Tonight you’ll dream the sweetest of dreams
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight your eyes gently closing
Tonight you’ll hear me singing to you
Tonight, tonight, tonight
All of your cares are drifting away
You’re floating now, you’re on a cloud, you’re free
All of your cares are drifting away
You’re floating now, you’re on a cloud, you’re free
All thru the night I’ll be here if you need me
Call out my name, I will hear if you call me
I’ll be here
I’ll be here
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Shenandoah
03:51
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Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, we’re bound away
Across the wide Missouri
For seven years I’ve been a rover
Away, you rolling river
For seven years I’ve been a rover
Away, we’re bound away
Across the wide Missouri
Oh Shenandoah, I’m bound to leave you
Away, you rolling river
Oh shenandoah, I’ll not deceive you
Away, we’re bound away
Across the wide Missouri
Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, we’re bound away
Across the wide Missouri
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Gunnar Madsen Berkeley
Gunnar Madsen is a Grammy-nominated composer/songwriter.
He’s written for the Minnesota Opera, Lincoln Center,
Universal Pictures and National Public Radio;
He has performed on The Tonight Show, the Smothers Brothers Show, PBS, and the BBC.
He co-founded the internationally acclaimed acapella group The Bobs.
He co-wrote the award-winning Off-Broadway musical “The Shaggs: Philosophy of the World”
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