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1. Monkey in the Middle
Words & Music by John Boydston
© 2000 (BMI) Boyd's Tone Records
I woke up today, after sleeping so sound
There didn't seem to be anyone around
But when I got up I had a big scare
There was a monkey in my easy chair
He said I didn't come to watch T.V.
I came to see if you would dance with me
(I said H-m-m-m-, that depends on things)
He said we can the two-step or do-se-do
Or we can do the pony or we can limbo
It really doesn't matter, we can do the twist
What about the watusi, that's high on my list
I said wait just a minute, what about the monkey?
He I said I thought you'd never ask, now let's get funky
Hey c'mon
Everybody
C'mon Everyone
Let's dance a little
I'll be the monkey in the middle
I said for a monkey, you're really non-committal
He said, that's why they call me the monkey in the middle
I'm the best dancer, it's really true
But I bet you're a good dancer too
Go get your mom, and maybe your sis,
Cause when I dance, I boogie and it goes like this:
(pause for serious dancing)
We met the giraffe, he was up in my room
Then the monkey introduced me to Mr. Moon
We talked for a while he had smile on his lips
But he told me he was worried about the eclipse
He said, suddenly I'm not half the moon I used to be.
He c'mon
Everybody
C'mon Everyone
Let's dance a little
I'll be the monkey in the middle
So we dance all around and we danced in place
Next thing I know we were flying through space
We saw all the planets, Venus and Mars,
Mercury and Jupiter and all of the stars
I had so much fun, flying along
And when I got back home I wrote down this song
He c'mon
Everybody
C'mon Everyone
Let's dance a little
I'll be the monkey in the middle
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2. Birthday Song
Words & Music by John Boydston
© 2000 (BMI) Boyd's Tone Records
I'm having a birthday
I hope that you can come
I'm gonna be one year older
I know that we'll have fun
I'm getting ready for my birthday
Buying all the stuff
Ice cream and cake and party hats
Do you think we bought enough?
I can't wait til' my birthday
It's gonna be the best
We'll play games, sing some songs
Gonna be better than the rest
(yeah we're going to a party party)
Everybody's here, we're together
I'm glad that you're my friend
We're having more fun than a barrel of Monkeys,
wish it didn't have to end
This year's party was my best ever
I'm glad that you could come
We stayed inside because of the weather
didn't seem to matter none
So thanks for coming to my birthday
Thanks for coming to my birthday party
Thanks for coming to my birthday
Thanks for coming to my birthday party
Go Back to Monkey In The Middle. . .
3. It's Hard To Be A Kid
Words & Music by John Boydston
© 2000 (BMI) Boyd's Tone Records
It's hard to be a kid.
Especially when you do what I did
How was I to know?
That peanut butter wouldn't help my hair grow
It's hard to be a child
Especially when you're naturally wild
How was I to know?
That you have to wear clothes wherever you go?
It's hard to be a kid
It's hard to be a kid
it's fun to be a kid
But its hard to be a kid
Well I try to behave,
But I forget
Like the time I got my grandma soaking wet
I try to be good
Every chance I get
I try to remember not to forget
(Lap Steel Guitar Solo)
It's hard to be a kid,
Especially when you do what I did.
How was I to know?
I shouldn't write down all the words I know
On the kitchen wall,
All the way across and down the hall
I thought that it was cool
Colorful and permanent markers too
It's hard to be a kid
It's hard to be a kid
it's fun to be a kid
But its hard to be a kid
(repeat chorus)
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4. Coulda Shoulda Woulda
Words & Music by John Boydston
© 2000 (BMI) Boyd's Tone Records
You know I woulda, and I shoulda,
but I didn't know that I coulda
its too late, to de-bate, but next time I'll try
You know I woulda, and I coulda,
but who woulda thought that I shoulda
Next time, oh yeah time, maybe I will
Never say coulda, shoulda, woulda, it's just a waste of time
Just do gooda, when you shoulda, and try to keep it mind
(guitar break)
You know I woulda, and I shoulda,
but I didn't know that I coulda
its too late, to de-bate, but I'll try and do gooda
Never say woulda, coulda, shoulda,
don't say woulda shoulda coulda woulda should
Just say next time, oh yeah next time,
I'll do my best to be good
Don't say woulda, coulda shoulda, cause it¹s a waste of time
Just do gooda, when you shoulda, try to keep it in mind
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5. You're Not The Bossa Nova Me
Words & Music by John Boydston
© 2000 (BMI) Boyd's Tone Records
You're not the bossa nova me
You can't tell me what to do
You can't say that I've been bad
Because you're not my mom and dad
You're not my uncles or my aunts
So please don't call me smarty pants
You can't tell me how to be
Because you're not the bossa me
(bridge)
Stop doing everything I do
Or else I'm gonna tell on you
I'm gonna go and tell your mom
You'll get in big trouble too
Stop saying everything I say
Stop going everywhere I go
You better just let me be
Cause you're not the bossa me
(bridge)
You can't say that I been bad
Because you're not my mom and dad
You can't tell me how to be
You're not the bossa nova me
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8. Thank The Farmer
Words & Music by John Boydston and Walt Brewer
© 2000 Boyd's Tone Records
Well the farmer takes the soil
And pushes it round
Makes sure that all the weeds
Are pulled from the ground
He takes out the seed
And he plants them in rows
Covers up em with dirt so they're warm now
When the cold wind blows
Hoo Hoo, Thank The Farmer
Hoo Hoo, Thank The Farmer
Hoo Hoo, Thank The Farmer
Hoo Hoo, Thank The Farmer
He give the seeds little love, a little water
And they shoot up real high
Keeps all the birds and bugs away
So they can reach for the sky
Cuts em down when the time is right
And loads them on a truck
Brings them into town to the market
So we can eat em right up
That's how we get our carrots and tomatoes
And all the lettuce and the beans
That's where we get the corn and potatoes
You know what I mean
I said,
Hoo Hoo, Thank The Farmer
Hoo Hoo, Thank The Farmer
Hoo Hoo, Thank The Farmer
Hoo Hoo, Thank The Farmer
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