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Jungle Junk

by Monty Harper

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Jungle Junk 04:02
Jingle jangle jungle junk Sleepin' in a leafy bunk Way up in the tree tops Talkin' to Tarzan Stinkin' stankin' stungle stunk Shakin' hands with a friendly skunk Way up in the tree tops Talkin' to Tarzan Catch a vine and let er go Swingin' high and swingin' low No important seeds to sow A cockatoo a shrew a tipsy ape or three or two all singin' Life's worth livin' in a jungle bungalow Plinkin' plankin' plungle plunk Takin' a swing on an elephant's trunk Way up in the tree tops Talkin' to Tarzan Sinkin' sankin' sungle sunk Ticklin' the fishies with a tropical dunk Way up in the tree tops Talkin' to Tarzan Sit and chat with a fat hippo Say goodbye and say hello No important things to know A parrot with a carrot and a slightly sloshy ferret singin' Life's worth livin' in a jungle bungalow (All right all you elephants out there, I wanna here you swing!) Thinkin' thankin' thungle thunk Theorizin' with a monk Way up in the tree tops Talkin' to Tarzan Slinkin' slankin' slungle slunk Twirlin' with a snake to the jungle funk Way up in the tree tops Talkin' to Tarzan Find the falls and watch em flow Crystalline sparklin H20 No important place to row A parakeet a cheetah and a chubby chimpanzee all singin' Life's worth livin' in a jungle bungalow (All right all you monkeys out there, I wanna here you swing!) Jingle jangle jungle junk Sleepin' in a leafy bunk Way up in the tree tops Talkin' to Tarzan Sinkin' sankin' sungle sunk Ticklin' the fishies with a tropical dunk Way up in the tree tops Talkin' to Tarzan Catch a vine and let er go Swingin' high and swingin' low No important seeds to sow A cockatoo a shrew a tipsy ape or three or two all singin' Life's worth livin' in a jungle bungalow Life's worth living in a jungle bungalow!
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What a super day it is; the one day of the year we get to celebrate the fact that you're even here -- it's your birthday! Happy birthday to you! We're gonna have some fun today; it's all because of you. So grab your friends and make 'em dance a birthday boogaloo -- on your birthday! Happy birthday to you! Any other day is just any other day of the year, but today we want to celebrate 'cause we're so thankful you're even here -- oh yeah! Bake yourself a birthday wish and blow the candles out. Do a backward somersault and jump and twist and shout -- it's your birthday! Happy birthday to you! Before your birthday's over there's one thing I want to do; if I may, I'd love to dance a boogaloo with you -- on your birthday! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Do the birthday boogaloo! It's your birthday! Happy birthday to you! And many more....
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I was angry at Mom so I rolled her up and stuffed her in a paper cup. I washed her down with Gatoraid. I thought now I've got it made! But Dad was mad about what I'd done. He said I was a thankless son. So I put him through the Cuisinart and drank him up. Now ain't I smart? When Sis found out she began to pout so I chopped her into sauerkraut and had her on a hotdog bun. Now I was having loads of fun. Policeman knocking at the door. I said, "I ain't got no mom no more." He said, "Where is she?" I said, "I'll take you there." So I ate him and his underwear. Judge said I was found guilty of swallowing my family. He banged his gavel; I opened wide. Now he bangs that gavel inside my hide. My tummy's feeling pretty tight. I couldn't take another bite. In fact I might regurgitate. Maybe it was something I ate!
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I once knew a painter boy who painted him a wall. He used red and green and orange and yellow, but no blues at all. No blues at all, my baby. that's the way it's going to be when you're finally here with me; no blues at all. I once knew an errand boy who went walking all day long, and as he did he sang himself a never-ending song. A never-ending song my baby, that's what love was meant to be. So I know you'll sing with me a never-ending song. And we'll be singing no blues at all my baby, no blues at all. The never-ending song we'll sing has no blues at all. I once knew a tailor boy who mended his own britches. He never cared about rips or tears 'cause he kept himself in stitches. We'll keep ourselves in stitches, baby however troubled we may be. As long as you can laugh with me, we'll sew our love with stitches. And we'll be singing a never-ending song my baby, a never-ending song. That's what love was meant to be; a never-ending song. And we'll be singing no blues at all my baby, no blues at all. As long as you are here with me, No blues at all. No blues -- no blues at all!
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My toilet and I had a fight today. It had some nasty things to say. So I opened it up and looked about. I banged on a thingy and pulled a part out. It gurgled and gulped, let out a long sigh, and drenched me with water aimed right in my eye. So here I sit cold, lonely and wet. My toilet has not stopped burbling yet. It thinks it's so smart to have outwitted me. But I'll show it a thing or three. I just won't use that quarrelsome commode, not ever again; I'd sooner explode!
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K-Street Rag 01:57
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We are the oddballs, goofy nutty oddballs Wacky individuals, ones of a kind We don't fit here or there We're like circles in a square We're the oddballs bouncing along (Four part round): I am an oddball a goofy nutty oddball A wacky individual one of a kind I don't fit here or there I'm like a circle in a square I'm an oddball bouncing along We are the oddballs We are the oddballs You can't make us normal You can't push us down We've been here for thousands of years And we always will be around We are the oddballs We are the oddballs You can't make us normal You can't push us down We'll persevere for thousands of year more We always will be around
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Hey, what's so funny 'bout what you see? I ought to teach you not to laugh at me. I ought to hold you down and tickle you 'til your funny face turns blue. You're such a goofy giggle box; so full of laughs you never stop. Maybe we'd see how many laughs you've got if I tickled you until you drop! You make such delirious hoots and snorts! You're gonna laugh until you lose your shorts. It wouldn't take long if I tickled you to see your funny face turn blue. Hey, look at these fingers wiggling. I don't see why you keep on giggling, because the tickle monster gonna tickle you 'til your funny face turns blue. You're such a goofy giggle box; so full of laughs you never stop. Maybe we'd see how many laughs you've got if I tickled you until you drop! Well, I know it ain't fair but I don't care. I'm gonna wiggle my fingers in the air, and that's all I really have to do to make your funny face turn blue. It's all I got to do to turn your funny face blue!
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again Jack be nimble Jack be quick Jack jumped over the candlestick He jumped so high he reached the sky And didn't come back 'til the fourth of July Nursery rhyme rock and roll Nursery rhyme rock and roll Put the joy in your little boy Sing him nursery rhyme rock and roll Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle The cow jumped over the moon The little dog laughed to see such a sight and the dish ran away with the spoon Little Jack Horner sat in a corner Eating his Christmas pie He stuck in a thumb and he pulled out a plumb And said, "What a good boy am I!" Nursery rhyme rock and roll Nursery rhyme rock and roll Put the curl in your little girl Sing her nursery rhyme rock and roll Moonlight comes in the window Follow it over the sill You're sailing away to another day But you know I love you still Put your little hand in my hand Tell me where you want to go You may be bold but you're never too old For a nursery rhyme rock and roll! Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet Eating her curds and whey When along came a spider that sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away Little Boy Blue come blow your horn The sheep's in the meadow the cow's in the corn Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? Under a haystack fast asleep Will you wake him? No not I For if I do he's sure to cry Nursery rhyme rock and roll Nursery rhyme rock and roll Put the joy in your little boy Sing him nursery rhyme rock and roll Sing a song of sixpence pocketful of rye Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie When the pie was opened the birds began to sing Was that not a dainty dish to set before the king? The king was in the counting house counting out his money The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes When along came a blackbird and nipped away her nose Nursery rhyme rock and roll Nursery rhyme rock and roll Put the curl in your little girl I said put the joy in your little boy I said put a smile on a little child Sing 'em nursery rhyme, nursery rhyme rock and roll. Nursery rhyme rock and roll!
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Once upon a time there was a kid who found a bug while running round in silly circles in his bare feet on the rug. He picked it up and licked it and he gave a little shrug. There was a slightly slurpy sound and no more bug. Yes, I know a kid who ate a bug. He slurped it up and swallowed it; it tickled and it scratched a bit. Yes, it's true. He ate a living bug. Now here's what happened to the kid who ate a bug. The kid was feeling fine for just about a day or two or three. Then suddenly his tummy started feeling very tickley. His mother took his temperature and it was only 93. She said, "You never should have ate that bug!" She took him to the doctor and the doctor got his x-ray out. He put the kid inside and looked him upside down and inside out. He cleared his throat and hummed a note and scratched his head and turned about. He said, "You know, I think he ate a bug." "Yes, I think he might have ate a bug. Let me look into my microscope and listen with my stethoscope. Why, it's true! He ate a living bug!" Now here's what happened to the kid who ate a bug. As the week wore on his turning tummy felt more tickley. The doctor took a look; the bug was multiplying rapidly. The count was up to 59 then 64 then 83, then 97 tummy tickling bugs. The doc prescribed a pesticide and bathed him in formaldehyde, but everything he tried the bugs defied, and still they multiplied. That night the kid could never get to sleep; he was too terrified because he heard the voices of the bugs. They were singing: "Join our band of merry little bugs marching up your spine and down your spleen and all the places in between." Yes, he heard the sound of singing bugs, and here's what happened to the kid who ate a bug. The kid was going crazy now; the tickling was everywhere. The thousand bugs inside him were a thousand more than he could bear. He threw himself upon the floor and kicked and screamed and pulled his hair, but still he heard the voices of the bugs. Finally the kid wore out and lay there thinking miserably of something that his dad had said when he was only two or three about the proper thing to do when you can't beat your enemy, and so he joined the band of merry bugs. Singing, "Join our band of merry little bugs. We are marching in and out your nose and in between your dirty toes. Join our band of merry little bugs. We are marching through your tangled hair and in and out your underwear." "Join our band of merry little bugs!" So he joined the band of merry little bugs. That's what happened to the kid who ate a bug!
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Well let me tell you 'bout the greatest way to rock and roll The only way to rock and roll The greatest way to lay your claim to fame in rock and roll You've got to play it You've got to play it on your nose Lay a finger on the side of your nose and hum You got to pluck that other nostril with your thumb Give your beak a tweak Give your snoot a rockin' toot The way to overcome your shyness is to sound it through your sinuses You've got to learn to play it on your nose Well let me tell you 'bout the greatest way to rock and roll The only way to rock and roll The greatest way to lay your claim to fame in rock and roll You've got to play it You've got to play it on your nose Spoken: Well what do you know, we've come to the bridge Every song should have a nasal passage Fancy pickin! Well let me tell you 'bout the greatest way to rock and roll The only way to rock and roll The greatest way to lay your claim to fame in rock and roll You've got to play it You've got to play it on your nose Lay a finger on the side of your nose and blow You've got to pluck that other nostril with your toe Give your bill a trill Turn that snout inside out If you want to be colossal then you've got to play proboscilly You've got to learn to play it on your nose It's the only way to play it It's the greatest way to play it It's the only way to play it It's the greatest way to play it You've got to learn to play it Learn to play it on your nose
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Join our band of merry little bugs. We are marching round and round this tape, looking for our great escape. Join our band of merry little bugs, marching side by side and two by two, trying to find our way to you. Join our band of merry little bugs. Don't you want to be a merry little bug?
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Sleep, my little devil, sleep. Stop making mischief. Put your mind at ease. Sleep, my little devil, sleep. Stop making mischief. Put your soul to peace. And in the morning light, when you find yourself awake, try your best to do what's right for you in all you undertake. It's a topsy-turvy world; lots of crazy things out there, so if you ever need a friend, you know I'll be right here. Sleep, my little devil, sleep. Stop making mischief. Put your soul to peace. Sleep, my little devil. Sleep, my little devil, sleep.

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Warning: This recording is intended for an immature audience. Some material may be unsuitable for adults.

Recipient of a 2000 Children's Music Web Award for Classic Recording for Younger Children.

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released January 1, 2000

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Monty Harper Stillwater, Oklahoma

Monty Harper is a children's musician in Stillwater, OK. He performs for elementary schools and libraries, helps kids write their own songs in workshops and residencies, does informal science education, and writes songs for clients.

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