1. Ants in My Pants

I got ants in my pants
Nobody seems to understand
It is so hard to sit still and wait until
The teacher sees you wave your hand
I got to got to got to go
Yeah everybody don't you know
I got the ants . . . in my pants

The teacher tells me to be quiet
He says "Sit in that chair"
He pretends he never had ants in his pants
He acts like he don't even care
I'd like to give him all my ants
And then I'd watch him do a dance
(All the way to France!)
I'd put my ants...in his pants

I wish I wish I could be calm
To be serene would be sublime
I would sit and read books
Wouldn't get no dirty looks
I'd be contented all the time
But no matter how I try
I just can't be that kind of guy
Fish gotta swim and birds gotta fly
And if I don't get to move I'm gonna die

I got the itches in my britches
And yet I'm told to settle down
I'm gonna bust all the stitches in my britches
If I don't 'get to move around
Yeah there's an itch I've gotta scratch
I can't sit here like I'm a chicken,
Waitin 'for an egg to hatch
I've got itches
In my britches
I've got ants
In my pants

© 2001 G. Madsen All rights reserved.
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2. Welcome to My Fog

Welcome to my fog
There's room for you to come right in
Welcome to my fog . . . I guess
Welcome to my fog
Just take my hand and be my friend
Welcome to my fog . . . I guess

When I was very young and still in school
The teacher would call on me
and I wouldn't know what to do
So I would say . . . What?
And gee, she'd never call on me again
When I go for a drive I feel lucky to be alive
The air feels so good coming off of the hood
And I don't go very fast -- I want it to last
And strangely enough, it does

Welcome to my fog
There's room for you to come right in
Welcome to my fog . . . I guess
The only sound that I can hear
Is when you're yelling in my ear
(Hey you!) Hey me?
Welcome to my fog
There's room for you to come right in
Welcome to my fog . . . I guess

© 1985 Madsen / Greene All rights reserved.
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4. Tuna Fish

Tuna Fish
My parents named me Tuna Fish
It was my mother's dearest wish
That Tuna Fish be my name

Other boys
Have normal names like Siegfried or Roy
Because I was my mother's joy
She named her boy for a fish

It's not a bad name - it has a je ne sais quoi
It's a name that people remember
But on the playground when they yell
"Are you cooked or are you raw?"
I cry, and it's cold as December

Tuna Fish
It's not like it's my favorite dish
But you can call me Tuna Fish
For truly thish is my name

© 2000 G. Madsen All rights reserved.
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6. Like Two Coconuts

There's a man on a bike with a trailer in the back
In the trailer are his two little kids
With their helmets on they giggle and laugh
And their heads bop together
Yeah their heads bop together
Yeah their heads bop together like this:
Like two coconuts
Like two coconuts
Like two coconuts they bounce and bop around
Like two coconuts
Like two coconuts
Coconut, coconut, coconut, coconut, coconut, coconut,
Coconut through the town

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9. Lonely Dog Tango

To be a dog is ruff sometimes
My master leaves me at home and I'm
Sad on the couch, sad on the rug, sad by the door
I gnaw on a lonely bone
The clock on the mantel says 'tick-tock'
I drink from my bowl, I dream of a walk
I sit, rollover, play dead, I growl
I'm hounded by heartache, I unleash my mournful
Howl Aroooooooooooo
I stop...What's that? Someone's pounding the door
It's the neighbor, he's shouting my name once more
I bark, I snarl, I frighten him away
He's not my master - I will not obey!
Aroooooooooooo
The sun's going down - Master, where are you?
I've chewed all my toys, I've chewed on your shoe
Off in the distance a fire truck rolls by
My heart aches with pain as I hear its lonesome cry
Arooooooooooooo

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10. I Am Loved

I skip down the street feelin' good
I stop and smell every rose in the neighborhood
I say hello to a squirrel
I say hello to the birds I say hello to a girl
My head's in a whirl

'Cause I am loved
You love me when I'm happy
You love me when I'm sad
You love me when I'm real real good
And you love me when I've been a little bad
No matter how far I stray
I can feel your love
Yeah you help me find my way
You make a brighter day

I am loved
Ooo, Yes I am, I am loved
Pick me up
Turn me upside down
Toss me high in the air like a circus clown
Make me giggle
Tickle my toe
Hold my hand while we walk, don't let go
Let everybody know
That I am loved
Ooo, Yes I am, I am loved

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