1. Everybody Eats When They Come To My House (Adaptation)
Written by J. Burns
The Bill Elliot Swing Orchestra
Bill's Lucky Stars - Background Vocals
© 1948 (Renewed) EMI-Mills Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by Permission.

Turn off the telly, Nelly
Come to the table, Mabel
Now sit up straight, Kate
It's time to eat, Pete

Have a banana, Hanna
Try the salami, Tommy
Get with the gravy, Davy
Everybody eats when they come to my house

Try a tomato, Plato
Here's cacciatore, Dory
Taste the baloney, Tony
Everybody eats when they come to my house

I fix your favorite dishes
Hopin' this good food fills ya
Work my hands to the bone
In the kitchen alone
You beter eat if it kills ya

Pass me a pancake, Mandrake
Sample a taco, Paco
Have a hors d'oeuvre-y, Ervy
Everybody eats when they come to my house

Hanna, Davy, Tommy, Dora, Mandrake
Everybody eats when they come to my house

Pasta fazulla, Tallulah
Oh, do have a bagel, Fagel
Now don't be so bashful, Nashville
Everybody eats when they come to my house

Hey this is a party, Marty
You get the cherry, Jerry
Now look, don't be so picky, Mickey
Everybody eats when they come to my house

All of my friends are welcome
Don't make me nag ya, Magya
Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares?
Eat all my things if they gag ya

Have a frittata, Lotta
Nibble a kibble, Sybil
Chili con carne for Barney
Everybody eats when they come to my house

Face, busta, cher, chops, fump
Everybody eats when they come to my house

Steak, Jake; Pie, Sy; Juice, Bruce; Tart, Bart
Everybody eats when they come to my house

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2. At The Codfish Ball
Written by S. Mitchell, L. Pollack, L. Leazer
Additional Lyrics by John Lithgow
The Bill Elliot Swing Orchestra
Bill's Lucky Stars - Background Vocals
© 1935 Movietone Music Corp. Copyright Renewed./Range Road Music Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by Permission.

Next Friday night
You're all invicet to dance from eight to three
All the fishes in the sea are having a ball
It's some affair, they'll all be there
From the herring to the whale
They'll turn out to shake a scale
In Neptune's Hall

Come along and follow me
To the bottom of the sea
We'll join in the jamboree
At the Codfish Ball
Lobsters dancing in a row
Shuffle off to Buffalo
Jellyfish sway to and fro
At the Codfish Ball

Finnan Haddie leads the eels
Through an Irish reel
The catfish is a dancing man
But he can't can-can
Like the sardine can

Tunas trucking left and right
Snappers tapping
What a night!
There won't be a hook in sight
At the Codfish Ball

Octopus and albacore
Fifty miles away form shore
Tango 'cross the ocean floor
At the Codfish Ball

Minnows dance the minuet,
Barracudas pirouette
While the stingray plays his clarinet
At the Codfish Ball

Scottish salmon form a ring
And dance the Highland fling
The music's hot
So the lox fox trot
And the halibut is the Jitterbug King

Come along and follow me
To the bottom of the sea
We'll join in the jamboree
At the Codfish Ball

Lobsters dancing in a row
Shuffle off to Buffalo
Jellyfish sway to and fro
At the Codfish Ball

Finnan Haddie leads the eels
Through an Irish reel
The catfish is a dancing man
But he can't can-can
Like the sardine can

Tunas trucking left and right
Snappers tapping
What a night!
There won't be a hook in sight
At the Codfish Ball
At the Codfish Ball
At the Codfish Ball!

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3. Singin' In The Bathtub
Written by M. Cleary, H. Magidson, N. Washington
Additional Lyrics by John Lithgow
Guitar - Barry Zweig
Bass - Dave Stone
Ukelele, Dobro - Tim May
Piano - Jai Winding
Saw, Slide Whistle, Jews Harp - Bruce Bratton
© 1929 (Renewed) Warner Bros. Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

It's bathtime!
Hurry up now
Get in the tub
Get your shampoo
Get your soap
Get your rubber ducky and your toy boat
Let's make this fun

Singin' in the bathtub
Sitting all alone
Tearing out a tonsil
Just like a baritone

Never take a shower
It's an awful pain
Singing in the shower
Is like singing in the rain

Oh, there's dirt to be abolished
But don't forget one thing
While the body's washed and polished
Sing, brother sing!

You can yodel opera
Even as you scrup (Ridi Pagliacci)}
Everybody's happy while singin' in the tub

I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air

You can be Sinatra
Soakin' as you croon (shoo-bee doo-bee doo)
Hitting all the high notes
Never out of tune

Singin' every number
From your favorite show (Oklahoma!)
Droppin' down from forte
To pianissimo

Oh, a ring around the bathtub
Isn't so nice to see
But a ring around the bathtub
Is a rainbow to me

Reaching for a towel
Ready for a rub
Everybody's happy while singin' in the tub

Singin' in the tub
Singin' in the tub
Singin' in the tub!

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4. A - You're Adorable
Written by B. Kaye, S. Lippman, F.Wise
The Bill Elliot Swing Orchestra
Bill's Lucky Stars - Background Vocals
© 1948 (Renewed 1976), 1949 (Renewed 1977) Aria Music c/o The Songwriters Guild of America/Sony/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP). All rights reserved on behalf of Sony/ATV Tunes LLC administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing, 8 music Square West, Nashville, TN 37203.
All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by Permission.

So who here knows the alphabet?
Oh, you think you know the alphabet?
So, let's hear it . . .

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Now here's the sont that goes along with the letters:

A - You're adorable
B - You're so beautiful
C - You're a cutie full of charm
D - You're a darling
E - You're exciting
and F - You're a feather in my arms

G - You look good to me
H - You're so heavenly
I - You're the one I idolize
J - We're like Jack and Jill
K - You're so kissable
L - Is the lovelight in your eyes

M, N, O, P - I can go on all day
Q, R, S, T - alphabetically speaking
You're OK

and U - Made my life complete
V - You're so very sweet
W, X, Y, Z - it's fun to wander through the alphabet with you
To tell you what you mean to me

A - You're adorable
B - You're so beautiful
C - You're a cutie full of charm
D - You're a darling
E - You're exciting
and F - You're a feather in my arms

G - You look good to me
H - You're so heavenly
I - You're the one I idolize
J - We're like Jack and Jill
K - You're so kissable
L - Is the lovelight in your eyes

M, N, O, P - I can go on all day
Q, R, S, T - alphabetically speaking
You're OK

and U - Made my life complete
V - You're so very sweet
W, X, Y, Z - it's fun to wander through the alphabet with you
Although it seems a silly thing to do

I L-O-V-E Y-O-U
I M N love with U!

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5. The Gnu Song
Written by M. Flanders and D. Swann
Piano - Jai Winding
© Michael Flanders/Donald Swan
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

A year ago last Thursday
I was strolling in the zoo
When I met a man
Who thought he knew the lot
He was laying down the law
About the habits of baboons
And the number of quills a porcupine has got

So I asked him what's that creature there
He answered, "It's a helk"
I might have gone on thinking that was true
If the animal in question hadn't
Put that cap to shame
and remarked "I ain't a Helk"
I'm a Gnu
I'm a Gnu
I'm a Gnu
How do you do?
You really ought to know
who's who
I'm a Gnu
Spelled G-N-U
I'm g-not a camel or a kangaroo
So let me introduce
I'm g-neither man or moose
Oh G-no, G-no, G-no - I'm a Gnu

I had taken furnished lodgings down on Rustington-on-Sea
Whence I traveled on to Ashton-under-Lyme
And the second night I stayed there
I was wakened from a dream
Which I'll tell you all about some other time
Among the hunting trophies on the wall above my head
Stuffed and mounted was a face I thought I knew
A bison, no it's not a bison
An okapi, I don't think it's an okapi
Could it be a hartebeest?
When I seemed to hear a voice

I'm a Gnu
I'm a Gnu
a g-nother Gnu

I wish I could g-nash my teeth at you
I'm a Gnu
How do you do?
You really ought to k-now
a who's who

I'm a Gnu
Spelled G-N-U
Call me bison or okapi and I'll sue
G-nor am I in the leaset like that dreadful heartebeest
G-No G-No G-No!

I'm a Gnu
G-no, G-no, G-no
I'm a Gnu
G-no, G-no, G-no
I'm a Gnu

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6. You Gotta Have Skin
Written by R. Adler and J. Ross
The Bill Elliott Swing Orchestra
© 1955 (Renewed 1983) Lakshmi Puja Ltd./J & J Ross Music c/o The Songwriters Guild of America (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

You've gotta have skin
All you really need is skin
Skin's the thing that if you got it outside
It helps keep your insides in
It covers your nose
And it's wrapped around your toes
And inside it you put lemon meringue
And outside you hand your clothes

Skin is what you feel at home in
And without it furthermore
Both your liver and abdomen
Would keep falling on the floor
And you'd be dressed in your intestine

A Siamese twin
Needs an extra set of skin
When the Doctor knows that you're feeling sick
Where does he stick his needle in
In the end of your skin

All your friends and all your kinfolks
Whether poor or whether rich
They have all got lots of skin folds
It's convenient when they itch
Nothing can match it when you scratch it

It fits perfectly
Yours fits you and mine fits me
When you're sitting down
It folds and looks grand
And then when you stand
It's where you've been
Ain't you glad you got skin?

When you were just a little baby
Well your skin fit fine
And it's still going to fit you
When you're 6 foot 9
So whether you're fat, tall
Big, small, chubby or thin
Ain't you glad you got skin?

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7. Triplets
Written by H. Dietz and A. Schwartz
Synth arrangement and programming - Jai Winding
© 1937 (Renewed) Chappell & Co./Arthur Schwartz Music Ltd. administered by Bienstock Publishing Companyu a div. of Carlin America, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

Three little unexpected children simultaneously
The Doctor brought us and you can see
There will be three forever ending
E I O
You wouldn't know how agonizing
Being triplets can be
Each one is individually the victom
Of that clinical day E I O
Every summer we go away to Baden, Baden, Baden
Every winter we come back home to
Wah - wah - wah - wah - wah - wah

We do everything alike
We look alike, we dress alike
We walk alike, we talk alike
And what is more we hate each other very much
We hate our folks, we're sick of jokes
And what an art it is to tell us apart
If one of us gets the measels
The other one gets the measels
Then all of us gets the measels and mumps and flu

Now and then we have a fight, a little fight
We throw our food and pull our hair
And scratch each other and bite

Mrs. Hildendorfer loves to talk to Mrs. Goldenwasser
Of the day she went to Sloan's and had her Silly Willy
Mrs. Hossenkupel loves to talk to Mrs. Elderspritzel
Of her major operation when she had her twins
But when Mother comes along she silences the others
She accomplished something that is very rare in Mothers
For example just to prove that she was more than ample
She admits Lane Bryant thought that they were
Measuring a giant

Dr. Heimedanner almost lost his bedside manner
On the day that he first looked upon us three
We do everything alike
We look alike, we dress alike
We walk alike, we talk alike
And what is more we hate each other very much
We hate our folks, we're sick of jokes
and what an art it is to tell us apart

We eat the same kind of vittles
We drink from the same kind of bottles
We sit in the same kind of high chair, high chair, high chair

Mamma says tha we're a bore
And what is more she didn't want to have us and
And we didn't want to have her
No more

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8. No One Loves You Any Better Than Your M-O-Double-M-Y (Adaptation)
Written by H. Link and E. L. Robert Nelson
Guitar - Barry Zweig
Bass - Dave Stone
Banjo, Mandolin - Tim May
Clarinet - Don Shelton
Piano - Jai Winding
Drums - Jonathan Dresel
Kazoo, Jews Harp, Jug, Washboard - Bruce Bratton
© 1922 (Renewed 1950) EMI-Mills Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by Permission.

Listen, all you rolling stones
When you leave your happy homes
When you start leaving your own people
Things all seem to go wrong

There's a saying old today
Chicks come home to roost they say
But let me tell you one thing
When you wander away

No one loves you
Any better than your
M-O double M-Y
And when you start to cry
She'll dry each tearful
Make you cheerful

No matter where you roam
Your thoughts always stray
Back to that little shack
A cozy, little nest so far away

M is for the mince pies she used to bake
O is for the oatmeal she'd always make
Double M is for the many miles you had to roam
and Y is that you're yearning just to get back home

And though you roam this whole world over
Sure a love like hers you can't buy
'Cause no one loves you
Any better than your
M-O-double M-Y oh yeah!

A cozy little nest so far away

M is that she misses you, she's all alone
O is that you only want to get back home
Double M is for the many months of care and strife
and Y is that she'll yearn for you all through life

And though you roam this whole world over
Sure a love like hers you can't buy
'Cause on one loves you
Any better than your
M-O double M-Y
M-O double M-Y
M-O double M-Y
MOMMY!

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9. Swinging On A Star
Written by J. Burke and J. Van Heusen
The Bill Elliot Swing Orchestra
Bill's Lucky Stars - Background Vocals
© 1944 Burke & Van Heusen Division c/o Bourne Co./Music Sales Corp. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

Oh would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are

Or would you rather be a mule?
A mule is an animal with long, funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule

Oh would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are

Or would you rather be a fish?
A fish won't do anything but swim in a brook
He can't write his name or read a book
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you'll meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you

You know, you're all terrific
But you could be even better than you are

You could be swinging on a star
You could be swinging on a star
You could be swinging on a star

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10. I Had A Rooster
Traditional
Arranged by J. Winding and J. Lithgow
Banjo, Guitar - Herb Pedersen
Guitar - John Lithgow
Fiddle - Gabe Witcher
Bass - Dave Stone
© 1999 Dobbs Music/Watershed Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

I had a rooster
And the rooster pleased me
I fed my rooster by the green apple tree
My old rooster went
Cockle doodle doo, dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle
dee do

I had a piggy
And the piggy pleased me
I fed my piggy by the green apple tree
My old piggy went
Oink, Oink, Oink
My old rooster went
Cockle doodle doo, dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle
dee do

I had a cow
And the cow pleased me
I fed my cow by the green apple tree
My old cow went
Mooooo!
My old piggy went
Oink, Oink, Oink
My old rooster went
Cockle doodle doo, dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle
dee do

I had a horsey
And the horsey pleased me
I fed my horsey by the green apple tree
My old horsey went
Neigh, Neigh
My old cow went
Mooooo!
My old piggy went
Oink, Oink, Oink
My old rooster went
Cockle doodle doo, dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle
dee do

I had a chicken
And the chicken pleased me
I fed my chicken by the green apple tree
My old chicken went
Bac, bac, bac
My old horsey went
Neigh, Neigh
My old cow went
Mooooo!
My old piggy went
Oink, Oink, Oink
My old rooster went
Cockle doodle doo, dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle
dee do

I had a doggy
And the doggy pleased me
I fed my doggy by the green apple tree
My old doggy went
Roof, Roof, Roof
My old chicken went
Bac, bac, bac
My old horsey went
Neigh, Neigh
My old cow went
Mooooo!
My old piggy went
Oink, Oink, Oink
My old rooster went
Cockle doodle doo, dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle
dee do

I had a sheep
And the sheep pleased me
I fed my sheep by the green apple tree
My old sheep went
Mmmmmm, MmmmmMy old doggy went
Roof, Roof, Roof
My old chicken went
Bac, bac, bac
My old horsey went
Neigh, Neigh
My old cow went
Mooooo!
My old piggy went
Oink, Oink, Oink
My old rooster went
Cockle doodle doo, dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle
dee do

I had a baby
And the baby pleased me
I fed my sweet little baby by the green apple tree
My sweet, pink, powdery, chubby, cute little baby went
Waaaaaaah! Waaaaaaah!
My old sheep went
Mmmmmm, MmmmmMy old doggy went
Roof, Roof, Roof
My old chicken went
Bac, bac, bac
My old horsey went
Neigh, Neigh
My old cow went
Mooooo!
My old piggy went
Oink, Oink, Oink
My old rooster went
Cockle doodle doo, dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle
dee do

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11. From The Indies To The Andes In His Undies
Written by E. Burnett and W. Faber
Additional Lyrics by John Lithgow
Guitar - Barry Zwieg
Banjo - Tim May
Bass - Dave Stone
Clarinet - Don Shelton
Piano - Jai Winding
© Ernie Burnett/William Faber
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

From the Indies to the Andes in his undies
And he never took a shave except on Mondays
He didn't eat a thing but chocolate sundaes
'Twas a very, very daring thing to do

And he carried for a charm a kippered herring
To protect him when the tropic sun was glaring
Whoever met him thought he needed airing
'Twas a very, very daring thing to do

Otto Zilch - he's a hero of the ages
Otto Zilch - he will surely enter history's pages

From the Indies to the Andes, what a mission
Stopping only now and then to do some fishin'
And he went without a copyright permission
'Twas a very, very daring thing to do

He took a parasol that was his Mama's
And he crossed the mountains riding yellow llamas
Which he dressed in purple polka-dot pajamas
'Twas a very, very daring thing to do

Otto Zilch - he's the greatest navigator
Otto Zilch - swarm the rivers on an alligator

And he carried for a spare a pair of panties
But they didn't fit him well they were his auntie's
In his undies form the Indies to the Andes
'Twas a very, very daring thing to do
'Twas a very, very daring thing to do

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12. Big Kids
Written by J. Lithgow
Guitar, Banjo - Herb Pedersen
Guitar - John Lithgow
Fiddle - Gabe Witcher
Bass - Dave Stone
© 1999 Watershed Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

(chorus)
Big kids scare the heck out of me
Big kids scare the heck out of me
Whenever I see them, gosh, oh gee
Big kids scare the heck out of me

Big kids comin' down the sidewalk
Bid kids running through the halls
Big kids racin' cross the playground
Big kids playin' ball

(chorus)

Big kids are loud and noisy
Big kids are strong and tall
Big kids are rough and tough and rowdy
They make me feel so small

(chorus)

Now here's a story that goes along with the song

I saw a little kid coming round the corner
He saw me and ran and hid
I asked him what he was afraid of
Was it something I did?

He said -
(chorus)

He said I scared the heck out of him
He said I scared the heck out of him
I'm a real nice guy, wouldn't hurt a flea
And this little fellow was afraid of me

He said - Big kids scare the heck out of me
Big kids scare the heck out of me
I told him I got news for you
Big kids scare the heck out of me too

He said no
I said yeah

(chorus)

Well we talked it over for a real long time
He laughed a lot, he did a little crying
The very next day when I saw him again
This little fella had become my friend

Well now, big kids never scare the heck out of us
Big kids never scare the heck out of us
We wonder now why we made such a fuss
'Cuz Big kids
Big kids
Bik kids hardly ever scare the heck out of us

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13. The Hippopotamus Song
Written by M. Flanders and D. Swann
Piano - Jai Winding
The Rubber Duckie Choir - Background Vocals
© 1952 (Renewed) Cappell Music, Ltd. All rights administered by Chappell & Co. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

A bold hippopotamus
Was standing one day
On the banks of the cool Shalimar
He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay
By the light of the evening star

Away on a hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair Hippopotami maid
The hippopotamus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glorious mud

The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice
From her seat on that hilltop above
As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice
Came tip-toeing down to her love
(Boom, boom, boom)

Like thunder the forest
Re-echoed the sound
Of the song that they sang as they met
His inamorata adjusted her garter
And lifted her voice in duet

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glorious mud

The herd hippopotami began to convene
On the banks of that river so wide
I wonder now what am I to say of the scene
That ensued by the Shalimar side
They dived all at once
With an ear-splitting splosh
Then rose to the surface again

A regular army of hippopotami
All singing this haunting refrain:

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glorious mud

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14. The Inchworm
Written by F. Loesser
The Bill Elliott Swing Orchestra
Piano - Jai Winding
The Rubber Duckie Choir - Background Vocals
© 1951, 1952 (Renewed) Frank Music Corp. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

Two and two are four
four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Two and two are four
four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are

Two and two are four
four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Two and two are four
four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are

Two and two are four
four and four are eight

Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are

Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are

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