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The Nonsense Song


The Nonsense Song Oh, I was born, one night, one morn When the whistle went toot toot! You can bake a steak or fry a cake When the mud pies are in bloom Cause six and six make nine And ice grows on a vine Is old black doe, an Eskimo, In the good old summertime? Ohhhhhh, loop the loop in the noodle soup Just give your socks a shine I’m a guilty judge, I stole the fudge Three cheers for Auld Lang Syne! I cannot tell a lie, I stole an apple pie It’s on a tree, beneath the sea Above the clear blue sky! Ohhhhhhh, they call me King Napoleon But I’m not him at all I’m from North Dakota Way down by old St. Paul They’ll sue you all for slander They’ll make you all repent For how can I be Bonapart if I’m the president Ohhhhhhhh, Easter eggs don’t shave their legs Their children all have ducks (quack quack) I’d rather buy a lemon pie For forty-seven bucks (too much) Way down in Barcelonia I jumped into a phonia But that was all balonia Red rooster blow your horn (toot toot!)


Mike Harmer

I created this website back in 1996, and have slowly added content to it over the years. Some resources have been contributed by viewers and other people who love the outdoors.

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