On top of Spaghettiiiiiiiiiiii....
Frank Wright
In rec.humor jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw> wrote:
> Does anyone know the kids song that starts:
> On top of spaghettiiiiiiii
> all covered in cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesssse
> There was a poor meeeeeeaaaatball
> ba ba ba ba baaaaaa ?
On top of spaghettiiiii
all covered in cheeeeeessssee
I lost my poor meaaatttballl
when somebody sneezed
It rolled of the taaableeee
and onto the floooorrrr
and then my poor meaaatttballl
rolled right out the dooorrr
Wow, what memories of elementary school come back with that one!
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In article <5l9rjq$h1s$1...@news.fas.harvard.edu> Frank Wright,
fwr...@hsa-testing.hsa.harvard.edu writes:
>On top of spaghettiiiii
>all covered in cheeeeeessssee
>I lost my poor meaaatttballl
>when somebody sneezed
>
>It rolled of the taaableeee
>and onto the floooorrrr
>and then my poor meaaatttballl
>rolled right out the dooorrr
It rolled through the garden
And under a bush
And then my poor meatball
Turned into some mush
That mush was so tasty
As tasty could be
Then later that summer
It grew into a tree
Then early next morning
It was covered with moss
That had lots of meatballs
And tomato sauce
So if you eat spaghetti
All covered with cheese
Don't lose your poor meatball
And nobody sneeze!
(some of the wording may not be exactly right, but that's more or less it)
-BOB
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Chris Sedore
On top of spaghetti
all covered w/ cheese
I lost my poor meatball
when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table
and on to the floor
and when I last saw it
it roll out of the door
It rolled down the sidewalk
and into a bush
and when I last saw it
it was nothing but mush
jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw> wrote in article
<33785C...@tpts1.seed.net.tw>...
CoolHand
On Tue, 13 May 1997 20:20:04 +0800, jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw>
wrote:
>Does anyone know the kids song that starts:
>
>On top of spaghettiiiiiiii
>all covered in cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesssse
>There was a poor meeeeeeaaaatball
>ba ba ba ba baaaaaa ?
hehe
Last line is supposed to be I lost my poor meatball
when somebody sneezed.
Then it goes on about how it rolled out the door or something,,,,btu i
forget :)
Later
-Coolhand
jake
Cal Stover
On Tue, 13 May 1997 20:20:04 +0800, jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw> wrote:
On top of spaghetti
all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meat ball
when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table
and onto the floor
and then my poor meatball
rolled out of the door
I think there was more but that's all I remember.
Cal Stover
Ed Bick
Let's see.....
On top of spaghetti all covered in cheese
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table and onto the floor
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door
It rolled in the garden and under a bush
And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush
The mush was so tasty as tasty could be
And early next summer it grew into a tree
The tree was all covered with <I can't remember>
<I can't remember>
So if you like spaghetti <I can't remember>
Hold onto your meatballs and don't ever sneeze
CoolHand <cool...@cxo.com> wrote in article
<3378eae5...@news.southwind.net>...
> On Tue, 13 May 1997 20:20:04 +0800, jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw>
> wrote:
>
> >Does anyone know the kids song that starts:
> >
> >On top of spaghettiiiiiiii
> >all covered in cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesssse
> >There was a poor meeeeeeaaaatball
> >ba ba ba ba baaaaaa ?
Stan Smith
jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw> wrote in article
<33785C...@tpts1.seed.net.tw>...
> Does anyone know the kids song that starts:
>
> On top of spaghettiiiiiiii
> all covered in cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesssse
> There was a poor meeeeeeaaaatball
> ba ba ba ba baaaaaa ?
>
On top of the table
all covered in cheese
I lost my poor meatball
when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table
and over the floor
and then the poor meatball
rolled out of the door
It rolled into the garden
and under a bush
and then my poor meatball
was nothing but moosh
Hope this is the right one
Douiff
Stan Smith
jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw> wrote in article
<33785C...@tpts1.seed.net.tw>...
> Does anyone know the kids song that starts:
>
> On top of spaghettiiiiiiii
> all covered in cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesssse
> There was a poor meeeeeeaaaatball
> ba ba ba ba baaaaaa ?
>
On top of spaghetti
all covered in chesse
I lost my poor meatball
when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table
and onto the floor
and then my poor meatball
rolled out of the door
It rolled into the garden
and under a bush
and then my poor meatball
was nothing but moosh
This the one?
______
Douiff /\ /\
m.a.cleveland
> On top of spaghetti
> all covered in chesse
> I lost my poor meatball
> when somebody sneezed
>
> It rolled off the table
> and onto the floor
> and then my poor meatball
> rolled out of the door
>
> It rolled into the garden
> and under a bush
> and then my poor meatball
> was nothing but moosh
>
> This the one?
>
> ______
> Douiff /\ /\
You forgot the last verse.....
And then in the Springtime
A meatball tree grew
And now there are meatballs
For me and for yoooooooooooooooooo!
love Mich
Jim Van Damme
In article <33799c28....@news.whc.net>, cstover.r...@whc.net says...
>>
>>On top of spaghettiiiiiiii
>>all covered in cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesssse
>>There was a poor meeeeeeaaaatball
>>ba ba ba ba baaaaaa ?
>
>all covered with cheese
>I lost my poor meat ball
>
>It rolled off the table
>and onto the floor
>and then my poor meatball
>rolled out of the door
>
And under a bush
And now my poor meatball
Is nothing but moosh
...take it, somebody.....
TIMO82
vand...@rl.af.mil (Jim Van Damme) writes:
>And now my poor meatball
>Is nothing but moosh
>
>...take it, somebody.....
Not if it's mush.
-Ryan McDonough
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In article <01bc602b$cad13620$ba4f358b@6639> "Stan Smith" <stans!@a5.new.iscorltd.co.za> writes:
>jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw> wrote in article
><33785C...@tpts1.seed.net.tw>...
>> Does anyone know the kids song that starts:
>>
>> On top of spaghettiiiiiiii
>> all covered in cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesssse
>> There was a poor meeeeeeaaaatball
>> ba ba ba ba baaaaaa ?
>>
>On top of the table
>all covered in cheese
>I lost my poor meatball
>when somebody sneezed
>It rolled off the table
>and over the floor
>and then the poor meatball
>rolled out of the door
>It rolled into the garden
>and under a bush
>and then my poor meatball
>was nothing but moosh
>Hope this is the right one
>Douiff
Here's a variant version
On top of spagetti
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table
And onto the floor;
The last time I saw it
It rolled out the door.
A truck ran it over;
It died the next day;
I remember my meatball
On Memorial Day.
(My favorite version since one can really "sell" that emotional ending ;)
EH
Angela Ceska
On Tue, 13 May 1997, CoolHand wrote:
> On Tue, 13 May 1997 20:20:04 +0800, jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw>
> wrote:
>
> >Does anyone know the kids song that starts:
> >
> >On top of spaghettiiiiiiii
> >all covered in cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesssse
> >There was a poor meeeeeeaaaatball
> >ba ba ba ba baaaaaa ?
> hehe
>
>
> Last line is supposed to be I lost my poor meatball
> when somebody sneezed.
>
> Then it goes on about how it rolled out the door or something,,,,btu i
> forget :)
>
>
> Later
> -Coolhand
>
>
On top of spagetti
all covered in cheese
I lost my poor meetball
when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table
and onto the floor
My poor little meatball
Rolled right out the door
Ted Huston
In article <5la731$ib5$1...@solaris.cc.vt.edu>, Bob Whisonant
<rwhi...@nospamvt.edu> wrote:
> >On top of spaghettiiiii
> >all covered in cheeeeeessssee
> >I lost my poor meaaatttballl
> >
> >It rolled of the taaableeee
> >and onto the floooorrrr
> >and then my poor meaaatttballl
> >rolled right out the dooorrr
>
> And under a bush
> And then my poor meatball
> Turned into some mush
>
> That mush was so tasty
> As tasty could be
> Then later that summer
> It grew into a tree
>
> Then early next morning
> It was covered with moss
> That had lots of meatballs
> And tomato sauce
>
> So if you eat spaghetti
> All covered with cheese
> Don't lose your poor meatball
> And nobody sneeze!
>
> (some of the wording may not be exactly right, but that's more or less it)
>
> -BOB
Thanks a lot {heavy sarcasm}. Now I have this stupid song stuck in my
head......
So, in fairness, let's stick this one into yours:
I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee
Won't my Mommy be so proud of me
Oh, I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee
(Ouch! He stung me)
I'm mooshing up a baby bumblebee
Won't my Mommy be so proud of me
Oh, I'm mooshing up a baby bumblebee
(Yum! Looks tasty)
I'm licking up a baby bumblebee
Won't my Mommy be so proud of me
Oh, I'm licking up a baby bumblebee
(Urp! I don't feel so good)
I'm throwing up a baby bumblebee
Won't my Mommy be so proud of me
Oh, I'm throwing up a baby bumblebee
(Yuck! What a mess)
I'm mopping up a baby bumblebee
Won't my Mommy be so proud of me
Oh, I'm mopping up a baby bumblebee
(Hey! Look! More bees are coming.......................)
{Yes! It IS a bit like having bees live in your head!}
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what about the worm song?
The worms crawl in
the worms crawl out
their turn your insides to sauerkaut.......
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"Who knows when the hearse goes by?
You may be the next to die!
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
And drop you down about 6 feet.
You're all right for about a week,
But then your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
Your stomach turns a slimey green
And puss runs out like shaving cream.
You put it on some moldy bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead!
That's how I remember it from grade school. We loved to sing it when we
were about 6 or 7 years old. What does it say that I still know it
almost 40 years later?
Barry
G.T. TYSON IV
I'm Popeye The Sailor Man
I live in a garbage can
I eat up the worms and spit out the germs
I'm Popeye The Sailor Man
variation:
I live in a frying pan
I turn on the switches and burn up my britches
Another playground oldie:
The Addams Family started
When Uncle Fester farted
They all came out retarded
The Addams Family (click click)
Hey, in the 3rd grade that was hot humor. Also, has anyone posted the
complete lyrics to this one?
Great green globs of granulated gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat*
Eyeballs rolling down the street
Great green globs of granulated gopher guts
And me without a spoon
But I got a straaawwwww...
* also heard as "dirty little birdy feet"
Getting back to the topic tune, the regional variation I heard as a lad went
something like this:
On top of spaghettiiiiiii
All covered with sand
I shot my poor teacher
With a rubber band
I shot her with pleasure
I shot her with pride
How could I miss her?
She's forty feet wide.
Hell, we should write a book on this stuff.
GTTysonIV
Tar...@skantech.com
Ted Huston
OK. We have Spaghettiiiiii.... song
Baby Bumblebeeeee....... song
Most of the worm crawls in/out...... song
How about Great green gobs of
Greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Putrifacted puppy feet.......(eyeballs rollin down the street??)
And I forgot my spoon....
What's the rest, or other versions?????
And, how about I was headin' down to first
And I thought I was going to burst
(Diarrhea, Diarrhea)
I headed off to secon'
My arse was tryin' to beckon
(Diarrhea, Diarrhea)
Here I go to third
Now what was that word?
(Diarrhea, Diarrhea)
I'm slidin' in to home
And my pants begin to foam
(Diarrhea, Diarrhea)
If ever there was a reason to go to camp this summer......
Lost Soul
Ok, I think it goes like this:
On top of spaghetti
All covered with chees
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table
and onto the floor
And then my poor meatball
Rolled right out the door
It rolled down the sidewalk
and into a bush
Then my poor meatball
Was nothing but mush.
I think that is it, and that is all I can remember.
Sean
jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw> wrote in article
<33785C...@tpts1.seed.net.tw>...
Warren Chang
Ted Huston (dr...@umich.edu) wrote:
: OK. We have Spaghettiiiiii.... song
: Baby Bumblebeeeee....... song
: Most of the worm crawls in/out...... song
: How about Great green gobs of
: Greasy grimy gopher guts
: Mutilated monkey meat
: Putrifacted puppy feet.......
: And I forgot my spoon....
: What's the rest, or other versions?????
I don't know why I'm getting into this, but as I recall it, it went
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Putrefacted puppy feet [close enough]
French-fried eyeballs rolling up and down the street
Ooops, I forgot my spoon!
: And, how about I was headin' down to first
: And I thought I was going to burst
: (Diarrhea, Diarrhea)
: I headed off to secon'
: My arse was tryin' to beckon
: (Diarrhea, Diarrhea)
: Here I go to third
: Now what was that word?
: (Diarrhea, Diarrhea)
: I'm slidin' in to home
: And my pants begin to foam
: (Diarrhea, Diarrhea)
Don't forget the grunts of "uh, uh" accompanied with a slight
squatting gesture, to be issued between each enunciation of the word
"diarrhea".
: If ever there was a reason to go to camp this summer......
Yeah, summer camp was good for something...
What's wrong with our generation that we can cheerfully dig up
memories of this sort of thing, when I can't remember hardly any of
the differential calculus I studied for over a year in school? When
we're old-timers rocking on the porch, instead of recounting war
stories or "we were so poor..." stories, I can already see us getting
into arguments like: "Well in MY day, on MY block, we used to sing
about Bang-Bang ROSIE..." "You had it all wrong, you numbskull!"
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In article <dricp-19059...@141.211.108.18>
dr...@umich.edu (Ted Huston) writes:
>OK. We have Spaghettiiiiii.... song
>Baby Bumblebeeeee....... song
>Most of the worm crawls in/out...... song
>How about Great green gobs of
> Greasy grimy gopher guts
> Mutilated monkey meat
> And I forgot my spoon....
>What's the rest, or other versions?????
Great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Dirty little birdy feet,
French fried eye-balls rollin' down the street,
And me without my spoon I'll use a straw!
(Slurp!!)
-Beth
Ted Huston
> > Great green globs of granulated gopher guts
> > Mutilated monkey meat*
> > Eyeballs rolling down the street
> > Great green globs of granulated gopher guts
> > And me without a spoon
> > But I got a straaawwwww...
>
>
> Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts
> mutilated monkey meat
> dirty little birdies' feet
> all wrapped up in all-purpose porpoise pus
> and me without a spoon
Surely Dr Demento must have version of this (and stop calling me Shirley).
Hey, we're getting real close here to a buttblaster song:
Great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Dirty little birdy feet
All wrapped up in all-purpose porpoise pus
And me without a spoon
The question is what to do with these "leftovers" {YUM!}:
French-fried eyeballs swimming in a pool of blood
<<need a line here - rhymes with feet - testicles rolling down the
street??? too long, hmmm>>
Putrefacted puppy feet
<<need another line here - rhymes with blood>>
But I got a strawwww.....
Philip
On Thu, 22 May 1997 10:16:11 +0100, dr...@umich.edu (Ted Huston)
wrote:
>> > Great green globs of granulated gopher guts
>> > Mutilated monkey meat*
>> > Eyeballs rolling down the street
>> > Great green globs of granulated gopher guts
>> > And me without a spoon
>> > But I got a straaawwwww...
>>
>> The version dear old mum taught me was:
>>
>> Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts
>> mutilated monkey meat
>> dirty little birdies' feet
>> all wrapped up in all-purpose porpoise pus
>> and me without a spoon
>
>Surely Dr Demento must have version of this (and stop calling me Shirley).
>
>Hey, we're getting real close here to a buttblaster song:
>
> Great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts
> Mutilated monkey meat
> Dirty little birdy feet
> All wrapped up in all-purpose porpoise pus
> And me without a spoon
>
No, no, no. From what I remember, it went :
Great grean gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, *something something something*
French-fried eye-balls swiming in a pool of blood
And me without my spoon.
To which we add (as young lads) :
Use a straw, la di da!
D-Ranged
Philip wrote:
> No, no, no. From what I remember, it went :
> Great grean gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
> Mutilated monkey meat, *something something something*
> French-fried eye-balls swiming in a pool of blood
> And me without my spoon.
>
> To which we add (as young lads) :
> Use a straw, la di da!
I remember the something something something being "perforated
parakeet".
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D-Ranged wrote:
>
> Philip wrote:
>
> > No, no, no. From what I remember, it went :
> > Great grean gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
> > Mutilated monkey meat, *something something something*
> > French-fried eye-balls swiming in a pool of blood
> > And me without my spoon.
> >
> > To which we add (as young lads) :
> > Use a straw, la di da!
>
> I remember the something something something being "perforated
> parakeet".
The version I learned at camp was the aforementioned "little birdies'
dirty feet". The line immediately following that, though, was "Nice
fresh vomit, any way you want it...and I forgot my spoon."
Kinda nice the way it all fits, isn't it?
schlock
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|> Another playground oldie:
|>
|> The Addams Family started
|> When Uncle Fester farted
|> They all came out retarded
|> The Addams Family (click click)
|>
Another one from about that time of my life, in the early '60s,
(sung to the tune of Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer):
Kruschev the bald-headed Russian
had a very shiny head
And if you ever saw him
you would even drop down dead
All of the other Russians
used to laugh and call him names
They wouldn't let poor Kruschev
join in any Russian games
Then one foggy Christmas night
Castro came to say
Krushev with your head so bright
won't you guide my satellite
Then all the Russians loved him
and they shouted out with glee
Kruschev the bald-headed Russian
you'll go down in world war three
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Alex
In article <338891...@leland.stanford.edu>,
sch...@leland.stanford.edu says...
> D-Ranged wrote:
> >
> > Philip wrote:
> >
> > > No, no, no. From what I remember, it went :
> > > Great grean gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
> > > Mutilated monkey meat, *something something something*
> > > French-fried eye-balls swiming in a pool of blood
> > > And me without my spoon.
> > >
> > > To which we add (as young lads) :
> > > Use a straw, la di da!
> >
> > I remember the something something something being "perforated
> > parakeet".
>
> The version I learned at camp was the aforementioned "little birdies'
> dirty feet". The line immediately following that, though, was "Nice
> fresh vomit, any way you want it...and I forgot my spoon."
'Round here it was:
Great green gobs of gooey grimy gopher guts,
multilated monkey's meat,
poor little piggies feet.
All wrapped up in a great big salamander pit,
and I forgot my spoon.
Mary Guslick
the part that comes after "....mutilated monkey meat...", is:
"...fried in gorilla grease..."
Froglover3
I learned it this way
GREAT BIG GOBS OF GREASY GRIMY GOFER GUTS
CHOPPED UP MONKEY MEAT
FERTILIZED BIRDIE FEET
FRENCH FRIED EYEBALLS
SWIMMING IN A BOWL OF BLOOD AND
I FORGOT MY SPOON
BUT I GOT A STRAW
SLURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
jeff
Jeff wrote, I learned it as:
GREAT BIG GOBS OF GREASY GRIMY GOFER GUTS
Mutilated monkey nuts
Little dirty BIRDIE FEET
FRENCH FRIED EYEBALLS
SWIMMING IN A pool of grease
and I FORGOT MY SPOON
BUT I GOT A STRAW
SLURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
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How about
Great big Gobs of greasy grimey gopher guts,
mutilated monkey meat,
percolated parakeet,
lukewarm vomit running up and down the street,
and me without a spoon, but I have a straw,
slurp, aaaahhhhh!
Froglover3 <frogl...@aol.com> wrote in article
<19970604005...@ladder02.news.aol.com>...
Martyn Kershaw
I never heard of gophers when i was growing up.
We used to chant:
Yellow matter custard, Green snot pie.
All mixed up with a dead dog's eye.
Stir it, stir it, quick quick quick
Spread it on yer bread and butter a good inch thick
And wash it all down with a cup of cold sick.
--
Martyn Kershaw.
Buzzygirl
In article <19970604005...@ladder02.news.aol.com>,
frogl...@aol.com (Froglover3) wrote:
> I learned it this way
>
> GREAT BIG GOBS OF GREASY GRIMY GOFER GUTS
> CHOPPED UP MONKEY MEAT
> FERTILIZED BIRDIE FEET
> FRENCH FRIED EYEBALLS
> SWIMMING IN A BOWL OF BLOOD AND
> I FORGOT MY SPOON
> BUT I GOT A STRAW
> SLURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's how my big sister taught it to me:
Great Big Gobs of Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts
Mutilated Monkey Meat
Itsy-Bitsy Birdie Feet
French-Friend eyeballs
Dipped in Booger Sauce
And I Forgot My Spoon!
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Buzzygirl (Jackie)
***These are my very own opinions. Mine. All mine.***
According to my calculations, the problem doesn't exist.
Mark Splinter
Alex <seemysi...@dont.even.try.com> wrote:
: In article <338891...@leland.stanford.edu>,
Here it was:
Girls are made of:
Geasey Griimmey gofer guts
Mululated monkey meat
even dirty birdie feet.
Frech fried eyeballs baked in a pool of blood.
Aw shuck I forgot my spoon.
It is really amazing to me though that saying like this make it accross the country through the 8 year network.
LeAnne Davis
Froglover3 wrote:
>
> I learned it this way
>
> GREAT BIG GOBS OF GREASY GRIMY GOFER GUTS
> CHOPPED UP MONKEY MEAT
> FERTILIZED BIRDIE FEET
> FRENCH FRIED EYEBALLS
> SWIMMING IN A BOWL OF BLOOD AND
> I FORGOT MY SPOON
> BUT I GOT A STRAW
> SLURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
seems like we all learn different versions...like the whispered message
passed around the classroom, but more recognizable...Ours was....
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
multilated monkey meat
chopped up baby parakeets
french-fried eyeballs swimming in a pool of blood
& me without a spoon....
but, i got a strawwwwwwwwww....
LeAnne
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Mike Christensen
here's my version....
my country tis is thee
sweet land of liberty
i met the king.
his name was donald duck
he drove a garbage truck
and in that garbage truck was
great green globs of greasy grimey gopher guts
contaminated monkey meat
chopped up parakeet
french fried eyeballs rollin down the street
oops, i forgot my spoon but i got my straw
mmmmmmmmm!
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L. Walter
I heard it :
Great Green Gobs of Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Saturated Birdies feet
My eyeballs are floating in a pool of blood
and I forgot my spoon
-Laura
On Fri, 6 Jun 1997, Buzzygirl wrote:
> In article <19970604005...@ladder02.news.aol.com>,
> frogl...@aol.com (Froglover3) wrote:
>
> > I learned it this way
> >
> > GREAT BIG GOBS OF GREASY GRIMY GOFER GUTS
> > CHOPPED UP MONKEY MEAT
> > FERTILIZED BIRDIE FEET
> > FRENCH FRIED EYEBALLS
> > SWIMMING IN A BOWL OF BLOOD AND
> > I FORGOT MY SPOON
> > BUT I GOT A STRAW
> > SLURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
>
>
>