Worms Song ("Nobody Likes Me...")
-Lanphear,P.A.
Does anyone remember the words to the "Worms Song" (or whatever it was
called)? I only remember this much (and I'm not sure how correct it
is):
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
I'm going to eat some worms
Big, fat, juicy ones
Itty, bitty, skinny ones......
I'd appreciate any help in remembering this childhood classic since it
does become appropriate for adulthood! (-;
D.A.
>Does anyone remember the words to the "Worms Song" (or whatever it was
>called)? I only remember this much (and I'm not sure how correct it
>is):
> Nobody likes me
> Everybody hates me
> I'm going to eat some worms
> Big, fat, juicy ones
> Itty, bitty, skinny ones......
I'm going to eat some worms
bite there heads off
suck the guts out
throw the skins away
Nobody likes me
everybody hates me
I'm going to eat some worms today.
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D.A.
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Howard Miller
Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Little dirty birdie's feet (this is the line that cracks my son up)
Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
That's what I had for lunch
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Oh when you see a hearse go by
You'll know that you are the next to die
They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet
And bury you down about six feet deep
The worms crawl in the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
Your liver turns a slimy green
And pus comes out just like whipping cream.
.... well it goes on for a while in that vein.
Andy Pevy
> Does anyone remember the words to the "Worms Song" (or whatever it was
> called)? I only remember this much (and I'm not sure how correct it
> is):
> Nobody likes me
> Everybody hates me
> I'm going to eat some worms
> Big, fat, juicy ones
> Itty, bitty, skinny ones......
> I'd appreciate any help in remembering this childhood classic since it
> does become appropriate for adulthood! (-;
Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
I think I'll go and eat worms
Long ones short ones
Fat ones skinny ones
Worms that squiggle and squirm.
Bite the heads off
Suck the blood out
Throw the skins away
This is how I'll live and thrive
On worms three times a day.
.... Well, it beats McDonalds any day.
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>
> Does anyone remember the words to the "Worms Song" (or whatever it was
> called)?
The words are:
Nobody likes me,
Everybody hates me,
I'm gonna go eat worms.
Big worms, little worms,
Itty bitty teany worms,
See how the little worms squirm.
First you bite the head off,
Then you suck the juice out,
Then you throw the skin away.
Oh, how I wish that I could eat worms three times a day.
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anonymous
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
May as well go and eat worms
Big, fat, juicy ones
Long, thin, skinny ones
see how they wriggle and squirm.
Bite their heads off.
(Squish Noise) all the juice out
Throw their tails away
Nobody knows how much I like my worms three times a day.
Have fun!
Pete
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anonymous
John R Labonte
bo...@usa.pipeline.com(Howard Miller) writes:
> [snip]
>==================================================
>
>Oh when you see a hearse go by
>You'll know that you are the next to die
>They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet
>And bury you down about six feet deep
>
>The worms crawl in the worms crawl out
>The worms play pinochle on your snout
>Your liver turns a slimy green
>And pus comes out just like whipping cream.
>
>.... well it goes on for a while in that vein.
>
I remember it like this
Whenever you see a hearse go by
remember my friend that you must die
Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
The undertaker takes you in
where all your relatives sit and grin
Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
They put you in a big black box
and cover you over with sand and rocks
Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
Well all goes well for about a week
but then the coffin begins to leek.
Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
the worms play pinochle on your snout
Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
Your eyes turn brown your liver turns green
you guts come out like shaving cream
Ah-hoot Ah-hoot Ah-hoo-oo-oot !
But the answer to the original post is....
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
I'm going to eat some worms
big one's, skinny one's
itsy bitsy teeny ones
I'm going to eat some worms.
cut off the heads
suck out the juicy
throw the skins away
first one busted
second one rusted
third on ran away.
Does anyone remember the words to this one......
My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
we are marching on the office to hang the principle......
John
Barry Beaumont
<snip>
> Does anyone remember the words to this one......
>
> My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
> we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
> we are marching on the office to hang the principle......
>
>
> John
The chorus is something like this (incomplete)...
Glory, Glory, Hallaluya
Teacher hit me with a ruler
Now we're marching down the hall
With a loaded 44
?????????????
Does this jog anyones memory? I don't know anymore!!!
Barry
slon...@mmm.com
>
>Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
>Mutilated monkey meat
>Little dirty birdie's feet (this is the line that cracks my son up)
>
>Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
>That's what I had for lunch
>
>Oh when you see a hearse go by
>You'll know that you are the next to die
>They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet
>And bury you down about six feet deep
>
>The worms crawl in the worms crawl out
>The worms play pinochle on your snout
>Your liver turns a slimy green
>And pus comes out just like whipping cream.
Thats what you eat when you're not alive, DEAD!
>
>.... well it goes on for a while in that vein.
>
Opinions expressed herein are my own and may not represent those of 3M.
Michael Yadron
>
>My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
>we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
>we are marching on the office to hang the principle......
John:
Activating long-dead brain cells, I seem to remember:
My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school;
we have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule.
We have barbecued the principal and kicked him out of school,
our truth goes marching on.
Glory, glory hallelujah,
teacher hit me with a rulla,
hit her in the beanie with a rotten tangerinie
now teacher ain't teaching no more.
Regards
the Babesther
In article <DJL66...@freenet.carleton.ca> bu...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Barry Beaumont) writes:
Barry> Glory, Glory, Hallaluya Teacher hit me with a
Barry> ruler Now we're marching down the hall With a loaded 44
Barry> ?????????????
So I walked in the door
With a loaded 44
And she ain't my teacher no more.
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Sam Bossler
>
>John R Labonte (jr...@kepler.unh.edu) writes:
> <snip>
>>
>>
>> My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
>> we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
>> we are marching on the office to hang the principle......
>>
>>
>> John
>
>
>
> Teacher hit me with a ruler
> Now we're marching down the hall
> With a loaded 44
>
>Does this jog anyones memory? I don't know anymore!!!
>
>
>Barry
>
Glory, Glory, Hallaluya
Teacher hit me with a ruler
Met her (him) at the door
With a loaded 44
And she (he) ain't gonna teach no more.
Sam
Jim Stephenson
wrote:
<*snip*>>
>
>Does anyone remember the words to this one......
>
>My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
>we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
>we are marching on the office to hang the principle......
>
As we used to sing it:
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My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher, we have broken all the rules
we have broke into the office and have shot the principle
Our truth is marching on.
Chorus:
Glory, glory hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
So I met her at the door
With a loaded .44(*)
And she ain't my teacher no more
(*) So I met her at the door with a big old two by four
So I bopped her on the bean with a rotten tangerine
=======================================================
What do you expect from second graders, anyway?
Manana,
Jim
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>> My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
>> we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
>> wehave marched in to the office, and we hung the principal, the
truth is marching on,....
Glory, Glory, Hallaluya
> Teacher hit me with a ruler
> stood behind the door,
with a loaded fourty- four, and there ain't no teacher no
more!
>
THAT, is how I remember it, in it's entirity! Enjoy!
>
In <DJL66...@freenet.carleton.ca> bu...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Barry
Beaumont) writes:
>
>John R Labonte (jr...@kepler.unh.edu) writes:
> <snip>
>>
>> Does anyone remember the words to this one......
>>
>> My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
>> we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
>> we are marching on the office to hang the principle......
>>
>>
>> John
>
>The chorus is something like this (incomplete)...
>
>
> Glory, Glory, Hallaluya
> Teacher hit me with a ruler
Guy Cousineau
> John R Labonte (jr...@kepler.unh.edu) writes:
> <snip>
>>
>> Does anyone remember the words to this one......
>>
>> My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
>> we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
>> we are marching on the office to hang the principle......
>>
>
> Glory, Glory, Hallaluya
> Teacher hit me with a ruler
> Now we're marching down the hall
> With a loaded 44
> ?????????????
we tortured all the teachers and we broke the golden rule
we marched down to the principal's, we shot him in the head
and we few go marching on.
Glory glory halleluia
teacher hit me with the ruler
hit her on the bean with a rotten tangerine
and my teacher don't teach no more
. and then there was the alternate chorus
Glory glory halleluia
teacher hit me with the ruler
waited out the door with a loaded 44
and my teacher dont teach no more
well that's my recollection. But you knwo there's two things about
getting old.....the first is that the memory starts to go, and I forget
what the second one is.
Guy
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don't ever laugh when the hearse goes by
cause you might be the next to die
they put you in a big black box
and cover you up with dirt and rocks
it goes all right for about a week
and then your coffin begins to leak
the worms crawl in the worms crawl out
the worms play pinnochle in your snout
they eat your eyes they eat your nose
they eat the jelly between your toes
your stomach turns a slimy green
and pus pours out like whipping cream
you spread it on a slice of bread
and that's what you eat when you are dead!
: I remember it like this
: Whenever you see a hearse go by
: remember my friend that you must die
: Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
: The undertaker takes you in
: where all your relatives sit and grin
: Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
: They put you in a big black box
: and cover you over with sand and rocks
: Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
: Well all goes well for about a week
: but then the coffin begins to leek.
: Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
: The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
: the worms play pinochle on your snout
: Ah-hoot Ah-hoot
Jester
Nobody likes me,
everybody hates me
think I'll go eat worms
short fat juicy ones, teenny weeny scweemy ones,
see how they wiggle and squirm!
cut off there heads and squeeze out the juice and throw the tails away
nobody knows just how I survive on worms three times a day!
(Repeat untill someone slaps you)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Hugs, Kisses, and a Boot to the Head,
Jesse Hendrix, Certified Geinus aka Jester
"In THIS universe Absurdity tends to the maximum-Especialy when I'm around"-
Kevin J. Anderson
"I predicted from the begining that this would be the end, and I was right for
it is not half over yet" Sir Boyle Roche
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
stu...@pcii.net
>
>My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
>we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
>we are marching on the office to hang the principle......
>
Glory, glory halealua (I have no clue how to spell that!!!<g>)
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
Hid behind the door
with a loaded .44!!!
And she ain't gonna teach no more....
>
> John
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>
>
>>> My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
>>> we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
>truth is marching on,....
> Glory, Glory, Hallaluya
>> Teacher hit me with a ruler
>> stood behind the door,
> with a loaded fourty- four, and there ain't no teacher no
>more!
>>
>
>THAT, is how I remember it, in it's entirity! Enjoy!
>>
>
>In <DJL66...@freenet.carleton.ca> bu...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Barry
>>
>>John R Labonte (jr...@kepler.unh.edu) writes:
>> <snip>
>>>
>>> Does anyone remember the words to this one......
>>>
>>> we have tortured all the teachers and broken all the rules
>>> we are marching on the office to hang the principle......
>>>
>>>
>>
>>The chorus is something like this (incomplete)...
>>
>>
>> Glory, Glory, Hallaluya
>> Teacher hit me with a ruler
>> Now we're marching down the hall
>> With a loaded 44
>> ?????????????
>>
>>
>>
>>Barry
>>
>
Are you all doing this on purpose, or do you really not realize that
hallelujah is not spelled hallaluya?
bill pemberton
my eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
we have tortured all the teachers and have broken all the rules
we're going to hang the principle tomorrow after school
the truth is marching on
glory glory hallalujah, teacher hit me with a ruler
i met her at the door with a loaded 44
and she ain't my teacher no more
we also had the following:
from the halls of montezuma to the shores of bubble gum bay
we will fight our class room battles with spit balls, gum and clay
first to fight for lunch and recess, and to keep our desks a mess
we proudly claim the title of teachers number one pests!
su...@ourtownusa.com
BO>Oh when you see a hearse go by
BO>You'll know that you are the next to die
BO>They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet
BO>And bury you down about six feet deep
BO>
BO>The worms crawl in the worms crawl out
BO>The worms play pinochle on your snout
BO>Your liver turns a slimy green
BO>And pus comes out just like whipping cream.
I heard this a little different
One night the hearse went driving by
And then I knew I was about to die
They'll wrap me up in a big white sheet
And then they'll drop me about six feet
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
Your blood turns green, it comes out like cream
DON'T YOU WISH YOU HAD A SPOON!
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Hutchinson, Kansas
316-669-9490
the Babesther
In article <8085-18...@ourtownusa.com> su...@ourtownusa.com writes:
BO> Oh when you see a hearse go by You'll know that you are the next
BO> to die They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet And bury you
BO> down about six feet deep
BO>
BO> The worms crawl in the worms crawl out The worms play pinochle
BO> on your snout Your liver turns a slimy green And pus comes out
BO> just like whipping cream.
sugar> I heard this a little different
sugar> One night the hearse went driving by And then I knew I was
sugar> about to die They'll wrap me up in a big white sheet And then
sugar> they'll drop me about six feet
sugar> The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The worms play
sugar> pinochle on your snout Your blood turns green, it comes out
sugar> like cream DON'T YOU WISH YOU HAD A SPOON!
Yet another version:
When a hearse comes passing by
You wonder when you're gonna die
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
and bury you under 6 feet deep
First comes August then September
Then your coffin begins to limber
Your eyes fall in, your teeth fall out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
Your stomach turns to slimy green
You spit up stuff that resembles whipped cream
And I forgot my spoon.
Yum.
Toney Lowery
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Guess I' ll go eat worms
Big fat juicy ones
Little tiny skinny ones
See how they wiggle and squirm
Bite their heads off
Suck their juice
Throw their skins away
Nobody knows how a boy(girl) can live
On worms three times a day
Thanks Mom!
Toney