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Lyrics for An Elephant Never Forgets, children's CD featuring "The Elephant Song" by Owen Duggan (BMI), and more


	"The Elephant Song" (An elephant never forgets) by Owen Duggan An elephant never forgets, forgets, An elephant never forgets, my friend, An elephant never forgets, forgets, An elephant never forgets. He has a list of things to do, He never writes them down. He hops into his little car And drives around the town. He goes for paint at Mac's and then It's on to Mr. Woo's, And there he buys some stocking caps For little kangaroos. He goes to the cleaners to pick up his shirts And then he stops for tea, And after that he buys some cakes To serve his company. He hurries home to start the roast And straightens up the hall. The doorbell rings, the guests arrive, And then he greets them all. There's Michael and Mona from Old Barcelona, And Sammy and Spencer and Sean, And Donny and Dahlia from Sydney Australia, And Antoinette, Alice and John. There's Polly and Payton and Ollie from Dayton, And Theo and Cleo and Juan. He welcomes them in and the party begins And continues till everyone's gone. ©2005 Owen Duggan (BMI), OLDmusic Productions, L.L.C. All rights reserved. "Farmer Joe" by Owen Duggan Farmer Joe (Farmer Joe), Farmer Joe (Farmer Joe), I’m off to weed the garden with my hoe (with my hoe); Oh, I like to grow tomatoes And some carrots and potatoes, And that is why they call me Farmer Joe (Farmer Joe). Oh the pigs they want their breakfast And the cows they need their hay. And the chickens all are restless ‘Cause the rooster’s run away. All the goats are in the garden And I’ve just begun my day. My work is never done (never done). Now I’m off to fetch some apples From the orchard over there. I could pick a peck of peppers And there’s rhubarb everywhere. Oh I can’t forget my pickled beets And turnips for the fair. My work is never done (never done). ©2005 Owen Duggan (BMI), OLDmusic Productions, L.L.C. All rights reserved. "I Got the Baby Blues" by Owen Duggan Well I woke up in the mornin’, Couldn’t see outside my crib; And my dipee needed changin’ And I was chewin’ on my bib. Well I hope someone will feed me, I got the baby blues. Well my mom she comes to get me, She’s got a sleepy lookin’ face; And my Daddy’s makin’ coffee And he’s shufflin’ round the place. Well I’m tryin’ hard to sit up, I got the baby blues. Well the dog has got my blankie And the cat has got my bear; And my sister’s tryin’ to tease me And I’ve got cereal in my hair. Well I think I’m gonna spit up, I got the baby blues. ©2005 Owen Duggan (BMI), OLDmusic Productions, L.L.C. All rights reserved. "The Marvelous Toy" by Tom Paxton. Click HERE for lyrics. "Tugboat Ted" by Owen Duggan My name is tugboat Ted, I must get out of bed. It’s five o’clock and there’s no-one up Except my neighbor Fred. We must get to the docks And punch in our time clocks, And start our tugs so they’re ready to go When the big ships all wake up. (Wake up!) We head out for the bay, And we work hard all day. As Fred brings in the big steel ships I help him clear the way. We pull and push and tug Until the whistle blows, Then we hurry home to rest our heads And start it all again. (Heave ho!) ©2005 Owen Duggan (BMI), OLDmusic Productions, L.L.C. All rights reserved. "The Ants" (go marching) Traditional American, adapted by Owen Duggan The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah, The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah, The ants go marching one by one, The little one stops to have some fun And they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah, . . . etc. The little one stops to go, "ACHOO!" And they all go marching . . . etc. The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah, . . . etc. The little one stops to scoot up a tree And they all go marching . . . etc. The ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah, . . . etc. The little one stops to snooze and snore And they all go marching . . . etc. The ants go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah, . . . etc. And somebody calls out to, "Come alive!" And they all go marching . . . etc. The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah, . . . etc. The little one stops to play a few licks* And they all go marching . . . etc. The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah, . . . etc. The little one stops to go to heaven And they all go marching . . . etc. The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah, . . . etc. The little one stops to clean off his plate And they all go marching . . . etc. The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah, . . . etc. The little one stops to follow a sign And they all go marching . . . etc. The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah, . . . etc. The little one stops to begin again And they all go marching . . . etc. "To play a few licks," means to play something jazzy. This adaptation ©2005 Owen Duggan (BMI), OLDmusic Productions, L.L.C. All rights reserved. "Little Molly Had A Brolly"* Poem by Owen Duggan Little Molly had a brolly* She always kept it near But every time it rained, you see Miss Molly shed a tear For tho the brolly kept her hair All prim and dry and prop' Her feet would get all wet, and gee Well that just had to stop She went to Buckerfields and asked The clerk at half past six To remedy the problem that had Got her in a fix He recommended Wellingtons With red stripes on the top But when she put them on they went Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop Each boot was made for one whose foot Was very large and wide But Molly's feet were small enough For both to fit inside The clerk addressed Miss Molly With a kind but jolly grin "May I suggest some insoles, Miss?" And he helped her put them in But even with the insoles in And rubber outsoles out Miss Molly could not take a step Without clopping about "Perhaps these Wellingtons are not The thing that suits you best We have lavender galoshes here Let's put them to the test" The first time Molly tried them on They made her feel just right Her lavender galoshes fit All snug but not too tight And now when wintertime is done And spring is in the air Miss Molly and her brolly And her boots go everywhere Short for 'umbrella' ©2007 Owen Duggan. All rights reserved. \| Return Home \| Online Catalog \| About Owen \| Song Lyrics* \| Teachers Corner \|