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All Mixed Up

Pete Seeger

You know this language that we speak
Is part German, part Latin, and part Greek
With some Celtic and Arabic all in the heap
Well amended by the men in the street
Choctaw gave us the word “OK”
“Vamose” is a word from Mexico way
And all of this is a hint I suspect
Of what comes next

I think that this whole world
Soon mama my whole wide world
Soon mama my whole world
Soon gonna be gettin’ mixed up

I like Polish sausage, I like Spanish rice
Pizza pie is also nice
Corn and beans from the Indians here
Washed down by some German beer
Marco Polo traveled by camel and pony
He brought to Italy the first macaroni
And you and I as well as we’re able
Put it all on the table

I think that this whole world
Soon mama my whole wide world
Soon mama my whole world
Soon gonna be gettin’ mixed up

There were no red-headed Irishmen
Before the Vikings landed in Ireland
How many Romans had dark curly hair
Before they brought slaves from Africa?
No race of man is completely pure
Nor is anyman’s mind, and that’s for sure
The winds mix the dust of every land
And so will man

I think that this whole world
Soon mama my whole wide world
Soon mama my whole world
Soon gonna be gettin’ mixed up

This doesn’t mean we must all be the same
We’ll have different faces and different names
Long live many different kinds of races
And difference of opinion that makes horse races
Just remember the rule about rules, brother
What’s right with one is wrong with another
And take a tip from La Belle France
“Viva la difference!”

I think that this whole world
Soon mama my whole wide world
Soon mama my whole world
Soon gonna be gettin’ mixed up

September 23, 2009 at 1:29 pm Leave a comment

The Foolish Frog

Way down south in the yankety-yank,
A bull frog jumped from bank to bank,
Just because he’d nothing better for to do!

He stubbed his toe and fell in the water,
You could hear him yell for a mile and a quarter,
Just because he’d nothing better for to do!

Pete Seeger‘s story and book

September 22, 2009 at 7:17 am Leave a comment

Put your finger in the air

By Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger

Put your finger in the air, in the air;
Put your finger in the air, in the air;
Put your finger in the air
And leave it about a year;
Put your finger in the air, in the air.

Put your finger on your head, on your head;
Put your finger on your head, on your head;
Put your finger on your head
Tell me if it’s green or red?
Put your finger on your head on your head.

Put your finger on your nose, on your nose;
Put your finger on your nose, on your nose;
Put your finger on your nose
And feel the cold wind blow;
Put your finger on your nose, on your nose.

Put your finger on your shoe, on your shoe;
Put your finger on your shoe, on your shoe;
Put your finger on your shoe
And leave it a day or two;
Put your finger on your shoe, on your shoe.

Put your finger on your chin, on your chin;
Put your finger on your chin, on your chin;
Put your finger on your chin –
That’s where the food slips in;
Put your finger on your chin, on your chin.

Put your finger on your cheek, on your cheek;
Put your finger on your cheek on your cheek;
Put your finger on your cheek
And leave it about a week;
Put your finger on your cheek, on your cheek.

Put your finger on your finger, on your finger;
Put you finger on your finger, on your finger;
Put your finger on your finger,
On your finger on your finger;
Put your finger on your finger, on your finger.

Put your fingers all together, all together;
Put your fingers all together, all together;
Put your fingers all together
And we’ll clap for better weather;
Put your fingers all together, all together.

Variants:

Put your finger in the air, in the air.
Put your finger in the air, in the air.
Put your finger in the air, and hold it right up there.
Put your finger in the air, in the air.

Put your finger on your nose, on your nose.
Put your finger on your nose, on your nose.
Put your finger on your nose, and see if it grows.
Put your finger on your nose, on your nose.

Put your finger on your ear, on your ear.
Put your finger on your ear, on your ear.
Put your finger on your ear, and leave it there a year.
Put your finger on your ear, on your ear.

Put your finger on your finger, on your finger.
Put your finger on your finger, on your finger.
Put your finger on your finger, leave it there, let it linger.
Put your finger on your finger, on your finger.

September 21, 2009 at 4:01 pm Leave a comment

Jennie Jenkins


Pete Seeger in The Kids Concert at Monterey Jazz Festival 2009

Will you wear white, oh my dear, oh my dear?
Will you wear white, Jennie Jenkins?
No, I won’t wear white for the color’s too bright
I’ll buy me a fol-de-rol-dy, til-de-tol-dy
Seek-a-double, use-a-cause-a, roll-a-find-me
Roll, Jennie Jenkins, roll.

Will you wear blue, oh my dear, oh my dear?
Will you wear blue, Jennie Jenkins?
No, I won’t wear blue ’cause blue won’t do
I’ll buy me a fol-de-rol-dy, til-de-tol-dy
Seek-a-double, use-a-cause-a, roll-a-find-me
Roll, Jennie Jenkins, roll.

Will you wear red, oh my dear, oh my dear?
Will you wear red, Jennie Jenkins?
No, I won’t wear red, it’s the color of my head
I’ll buy me a fol-de-rol-dy, til-de-tol-dy
Seek-a-double, use-a-cause-a, roll-a-find-me
Roll, Jennie Jenkins, roll.

Will you wear pink, oh my dear, oh my dear?
Will you wear pink, Jennie Jenkins?
No, I won’t wear pink, I’d rather drink ink
I’ll buy me a fol-de-rol-dy, til-de-tol-dy
Seek-a-double, use-a-cause-a, roll-a-find-me
Roll, Jennie Jenkins, roll.

Will you wear green, oh my dear, oh my dear?
Will you wear green, Jennie Jenkins?
No, I won’t wear green, it’s the color of a bean
I’ll buy me a fol-de-rol-dy, til-de-tol-dy
Seek-a-double, use-a-cause-a, roll-a-find-me
Roll, Jennie Jenkins, roll.

Will you wear rose, oh my dear, oh my dear?
Will you wear rose, Jennie Jenkins?
No, I won’t wear rose, it’s the color of my nose
I’ll buy me a fol-de-rol-dy, til-de-tol-dy
Seek-a-double, use-a-cause-a, roll-a-find-me
Roll, Jennie Jenkins, roll.

(Final Verse:)
So, what will you wear, oh my dear, oh my dear?
What will you wear, Jenny Jenkins?
I’ll just go bare, with a ribbon in my hair!
I’ll buy me a fol-de-rol-dy, til-de-tol-dy
Seek-a-double, use-a-cause-a, roll-a-find-me
Roll, Jennie Jenkins, roll.

September 20, 2009 at 4:54 pm Leave a comment

De colores

Traditional mexican, from Spain


Pete Seeger in The Kids Concert at Monterey Jazz Festival 2009

De colores, de colores se visten los campos en la primavera.
De colores, de colores son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera.
De colores, de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mi.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mi

Canta el gallo canta el gallo con el quiri quiri quiri quiri quiri.
La gallina, la gallina con el cara cara cara cara cara.
Los pollitos, los pollitos con el pió pió pió pió pió
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mi
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mi

.en translation
Colors, colors of springtime, we see all the flowers beneath us.
Colors, colors of springtime, we see all the birds as they fly all around us,
Colors, colors of springtime, we see the bright rainbow that floats in the sky.

September 20, 2009 at 1:46 pm Leave a comment


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