Campfire Songs

On top of spaghetti,

All covered with cheese,

I lost my poor meatball,

When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,

And on to the floor,

And then my poor meatball,

Rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden,

And under a bush,

And then my poor meatball,

Was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tasty

As tasty could be,

And then the next summer,

It grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered,

All covered with moss,

And on it grew meatballs,

And tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti,

All covered with cheese,

Hold on to your meatball,

Whenever you sneeze.

You'll never get to heaven 

Lead and repeat.

Oh you’ll never go to heaven

In a baked bin tin

Coz a baked bean tin

Has got baked beans in (repeat)

Verse

I Ain’t gonna grieve my Lord 

I Ain’t gonna grieve my Lord 

I Ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more

Other chorus

Oh you’ll never got heaven

In (name a Scout)’s car

‘Cause (that Scout)’s car

Won’t go that far (repeat)

Oh you’ll never go to heaven

On roller skates

‘Cause you’ll roll right by

Those pearly gates

Oh you’ll never go to heaven

In a jumbo jet

‘Cause the Lord ain’t got

No runways yet (repeat)

Oh you’ll never go to heaven

In (name a Scout)’s pants

‘Cause (that Scout)’s pants

Are full of ants (repeat)

If you ever get to heaven,

Before I do

Just dig a hole,

And pull me through

And if I get to heaven,

Before you do

I’ll dig a hole,

And spit on you. 

Quartermasters Stores

Down by the bay, 

Where the watermelons grow, 

Back to my home, 

I dare not go.

For if I do, 

My mother will say.. 

(HEY)

*Did you ever see a moose, kissing a goose,

Down by the bay.

*Other verses:

- Did you ever see a whale with a polka dot tail.

- Have you ever see a llama wearing pyjamas down by the bay. 

Fred the Moose

There was a crazy moose

Who liked to drink a lot of juice

There was a crazy moose

Who liked to drink a lot of juice

CHORUS:

Singing way-oh, way oh

Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh way-oh

Waaay oh, waaay oh

Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh

Other verses:

The moose’s name was Fred

He liked to drink his juice in bed

He drank his juice with care,

But he spilled some in his hair

All his hair went stiff

So he combed it in a quiff

His friends began to laugh

So he had to take a bath

And as the water went down

Fred the moose began to drown

Singing glug-glug-glug-glug

Glug glug, glug glug, glug glug, glug glug

Glug glug, glug glug

Glug glug, glug glug, glug glug, glug glug

Quietly

His friends were full of dread

The doc pronounced the moose was dead

But if we count to five

Fred the moose will come alive.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE!

Dancing

There is a crazy Moose. 

He still drinks a lot of juice.

Singing in the rain