The GOOD BOOK of

PETER HENRY

Page 'J'

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JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt. His name is my name too.
Whenever we go out, the people always shout
"There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!"
Da da da da da da da da
 
This song is repeated over and over, each time the main part gets quieter and quieter while the da das get louder and louder.
 
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JOHNNY VERBECK 

Chorus
Oh Mr. Johnny Verbeck. How could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbors cats and dogs shall never more be seen.
They've all been ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.

Once there was a Dutchman, his name was Johnny Verbeck.
He made the finest sausages, sauerkraut and speck.
He made the finest sausages the world did ever see.
Until one day he invented the wonderful sausage machine.
CHORUS

One day a little Dutch boy came walking in the store.
He bought a pound of sausages and piled them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle, he whistled up a tune.
And all the little sausages went dancing around the room.
CHORUS

One day the thing got busted, the darn thing wouldn't go.
So Johnny Verbeck he climbed inside to see what made it so.
His wife she had a nightmare while walking in her sleep.
She gave the crank a heck of a yank and Johnny Verbeck was meat!
CHORUS
 
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JOHN BROWN'S BABY 

John Brown's baby had a cold upon its chest.
John Brown's baby had a cold upon its chest.
John Brown's baby had a cold upon its chest
And they rubbed it down with camphorated oil.
 
Like so many other songs, this one drops words while retaining hand motions so that at the end only the hands are moving and no words are being sung. Figure out your own hand motions to this song cuz I haven't done it for years. Or, try a rocking motion for the baby, a sneeze for the cold, slapping the chest for chest, rubbing for rubbing and a smelly face with pinched nose for the camphorated oil. No, I don’t know what camphorated oil is.

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JUNIOR BIRDMAN

Up in the air junior birdman. 
Up in the air upside down.
Up in the air junior birdman,
keep your wingtips off the ground.

When you hear the grand announcement, 
that your wings are made of tin. (Clap-clap)
Then you'll know junior birdman,
that its time to turn your box tops in.

It takes five box tops.
Four bottle bottoms.
Three coupons.
Two wrappers. And one thin dime!
 
Unless I'm mistaken, Steve Bergman was the king of this song when I was a young staffer. Put your hands up to your eyes as upside down spectacles whenever you sing Junior Birdman.
 
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JUMP DOWN TURN AROUND (PICK A BALE OF COTTON)

Chorus
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale a day.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton
Oh Lordy, pick a bale a day.

Jump down turn around, pick a bale of cotton.
Jump down turn around, pick a bale a day.
Jump down turn around pick a bale of cotton
Jump down turn around pick a bale a day.
CHORUS

Me and my wife gonna pick a bale of cotton
Me and my wife gonna pick a bale a day.
Me and my wife gonna pick a bale of cotton.
Me and my wife gonna pick a bale a day.
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Picka picka picka picka picka bale of cotton.
Picka picka picka picka picka bale a day.
Picka picka picka picka picka bale of cotton.
Picka picka picka picka picka bale a day.
CHORUS
 
This song has an obvious background, so be cautious of the way in which you lead it. It has caused problems in the past that should not be ignored due to the importance of this song's ancestry.

 
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