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By Irving Burgie
Down by the bay where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountain top. I took a trip on a sailing ship And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop.
Chorus: Well I’m sad to say I’m on my way (la la la la) Won’t be back for many a day. My heart is down, my head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town.
Sounds of laughter everywhere As the dancing girls sway to and fro. I must declare my heart is there Thought I’ve been from Maine to Mexico.
Repeat chorus.
In the market you can hear Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear Paddied rice, salt fish are nice And the rum is good any time of year.
Repeat chorus.
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By Barb Graves Weedy weedy weedy wee...dy I met a Japanese lea...chy Who went down to the bea...chy To see if he could fea...sty On some japanese sea...weedy weedy weedy weedy wee...dy
But it wasn't quite right It was a little too tart And it made him f*rt, f*rt....f*rt, f*rt!
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JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt That’s my name too! Whenever I go out, the people always shout, “Hey! John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!” La, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Repeat verse, more quietly each time.
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I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart! I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart to stay!
I know the devil doesn’t like it but it’s down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart! I know the devil doesn’t like it but it’s down my heart! Where? Down in my heart to stay!
I’ve got the peace that passes understanding down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart! I’ve got the peace that passes understanding down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart to stay!
I’ve got the wonderful love of my blessed redeemer deep down in the depths of my heart! Where? Down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart! I’ve got the wonderful love of my blessed redeemer deep down in the depths of my heart! Where? Down in my heart to stay!
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Up in the air, junior birdsmen! Up in the air upside down! Up in the air, junior birdsmen! Keep your noses off the ground.
When you hear the doorbell ringin’, Then you get your wings of tin! And you’ll know that junior birdsmen Have sent their boxtops in!
It take FOUR boxtops! And THREE bottlecaps! And ONE thin dime! Nyeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah!
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