Keep That Choppa On My Hip Yodel

Who was living in a tree all on his own. Bim bam bom, bim bam bom. For all the cities so bright.

Up jumped the swagman, and sprang into the billabong, You'll never catch me alive said he, And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong. Rano wstań, rano wstań? Yes, give me the gulch where the miners can sluice, And the bright yellow gold can be found. For they say you are going away. It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain, And my durned old slicker's in the wagon again.

To your recycling bin! The biscuits that they serve you, But one rolled off the table. Notes:|| Hear the Song by Michael Mitchell |. Preparation:||Nothing really needed at all, but we had some action during each chorus with 'chickens' (wearing disposable rubber gloves like swim caps) and a farmer (with a cardboard cut out axe) chasing each other around. But you threw me a big lump of... Once while I was at the ball game, The batter smashed out a hit. She took with her medicinal compound. But she changed with medicinal compound. Keep that choppa on my hip yodelice. Eve took the needle, Adam took the plow. Something good But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak Pretend you on the sofa and I'm. He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl, And he said... When along came a (cuckoo bird) interrupting his cry. Was ridin' on his Harley.

How'd I get to be a leader? And a broadside was fired in salute. But, they won't let me go. She put on the mantle piece for everyone to see. In my dreams she still does haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine, While in life I used to hug her, now she's dead I draw the line. Search results for 'yodel'. Way, hay up she rises, Way, hay, up she rises, Early in the morning! Existence is but a delusion. Was walking down the streets of Spain, (repeat). Choppa on my hip. Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a.

She threw them in the washing machine - now all the clothes are green. But of this tree you must not touch. Ain't no hesitation, you know I'ma pop it. The second mate, the second mate (repeat). It tastes to good, but it's so hard to chew. Meadow Muffin Blues. The Army Goes Rolling Along. Three bold mice, three bold mice, They came to an inn, they came to an inn. Same backcrawl, with very frantic actions). Lily the pink she turned to drink.

Trained to live off nature's land. You did not see the hook ahead, And now your head is stuffed with bread. Should old acquaintance be forgot. Until the day I die!