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Turkey Pokey

HAPPY THANKSGIVING :-)

You put your right wing in, put your right wing out,
You put your right wing in and you shake it all about,
You do the Turkey Pokey and you turn yourself around,
That’s what it’s all about!

You put your left wing in, put your left wing out,
You put your left wing in and you shake it all about,
You do the Turkey Pokey and you turn yourself around,
That’s what it’s all about!

You put your red beak in, put your red beak out,
You put your red beak in and you shake it all about,
You do the Turkey Pokey and you turn yourself around,
That’s what it’s all about!

Add comment November 26, 2009

Five little turkeys

Five little turkeys by the barn door,
One waddled off, then there were four.

Four little turkeys under a tree,
One waddled off, then there were three.

Three little turkeys with nothing to do,
One waddled off, then there were two.

Two little turkeys in the noonday sun,
One waddled off, then there was one.

One little turkey better run away!
Soon will come Thanksgiving Day!

Add comment November 26, 2009

Hold On

The Kuumba Singers of Harvard College
“Hold On” featuring Bobby McFerrin
Leipzig, Germany (2002)

Add comment November 24, 2009

Take me out to the ball game

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win, it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.

Wikipedia Lyrics

Add comment November 21, 2009

Paper of Pins

Audio: KIDiddles
Paper Of Pins – Lyrics & Chords

Boy:
I’ll give to you a paper of pins,
For that’s the way true love begins,
If you will marry me, me, me,
If you will marry me.

Girl:
I won’t accept your paper of pins,
If that’s the way true love begins,
And I won’t marry you, you, you,
And I won’t marry you.

Boy:
I’ll give to you a soft easy chair,
To sit and comb your pretty hair,
If you will marry me, me, me,
If you will marry me.

Girl:
I won’t accept your soft easy chair,
To sit and comb my pretty hair,
And I won’t marry you, you, you,
And I won’t marry you.

Boy:
I’ll give to you a pure silver spoon,
To feed your babe this afternoon,
If you will marry me, me, me,
If you will marry me.

Girl:
I won’t accept your pure silver spoon,
To feed my babe this afternoon,
And I won’t marry you, you, you,
And I won’t marry you.

Boy:
I’ll give to you a fine dress of green,
To make you look like a real queen,
If you will marry me, me, me,
If you will marry me.

Girl:
I won’t accept your fine dress of green,
To make me look like a real queen,
And I won’t marry you, you, you,
And I won’t marry you.

Boy:
I’ll give to you a diamond so bright,
To light your way in dark of night,
If you will marry me, me, me,
If you will marry me.

Girl:
I won’t accept your diamond so bright,
To light my way in dark of night,
And I won’t marry you, you, you,
And I won’t marry you.

Boy:
I’ll give to you the key to my chest,
So you’ll have gold at your request,
If you will marry me, me, me,
If you will marry me.

Girl:
I won’t accept the key of your chest,
So I’ll have gold at my request,
And I won’t marry you, you, you,
And I won’t marry you.

Boy:
I’ll give to you the key to my heart,
That we may love and never part,
If you will marry me, me, me,
If you will marry me.

Girl:
Yes, I’ll accept the key to your heart,
That we may love and never part,
And I will marry you, you, you,
And I will marry you.

Add comment November 21, 2009

The Nutcracker Mash

Add comment November 20, 2009

Turkey in the Straw

As I was a-goin’
On down the road
With a tired team
And a heavy load
I cracked my whip
And the leader sprung
I says day-day
To the wagon tongue

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

Went out to milk
And I didn’t know how
I milked the goat
Instead of the cow
A monkey sittin’
On a pile of straw
A winkin’ at
His mother-in-law

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

I came to the river
And I couldn’t get across
So I paid five dollars
For a big bay hoss
Well, he wouldn’t go ahead
And he wouldn’t stand still
So he went up and down
Like an old saw mill

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

Did you ever go fishin’
On a warm summer day
When all the fish
Were swimmin’ in the bay
With their hands in their pockets
And their pockets in their pants
Did you ever see a fishie
Do the Hootchy-Kootchy Dance?

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

Wikipedia Lyrics
Turkey in de straw, turkey in de hay
Turkey in de straw, turkey in de hay
Roll ‘em up an’ twist ‘em up a high tuc-ka-haw
An’ twist ‘em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw

Add comment November 14, 2009

Life is Beautiful

Composer: Nicola Piovani
Singer: Noa

Smile, without a reason why
Love, as if you were a child,
Smile, no matter what they tell you
Don’t listen to a word they say
Cause life is beautiful that way.

Tears, a tidal wave of tears
Light, that slowly disappears
Wait, before you close the curtain
There is still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way

Here with his eyes forevermore
I will always be as close as you
remember from before
Now that you’re out there on your own
Remember what is real and
what we dream is love alone

Keep the laughter in you eyes
Soon your long awaited prize
We’ll forget about our sorrows
And think about a brighter day
Cause life is beautiful that way.

We’ll forget about our sorrows
And think about a brighter day,
Cause life is beautiful that way
There’s still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way.

En català:

Diada in Barcelona : TV3 Catalunya

Add comment November 6, 2009

Gobble, Gobble

Gobble, gobble, gobble
Hear the turkey say
When November comes along
I think I’ll run away.

Add comment November 1, 2009

Foolish Question on Thanksgiving Day

I met a Turkey Gobbler
When I went out to play.
Oh, Mr. Turkey Gobbler,
How are you today?

GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE
That I cannot say
Don’t ask me such a question
On Thanksgiving Day

Add comment November 1, 2009

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