The Pickle Song
Words and music by Jim Cosgrove
Pickles Pickles I like Pickles. I like em’ better than an old fudgesicle.
Pickles Pickles I like Pickles. Won’t you give me a pickle.
Pickles Pickles I like Pickles. Don’t you know they make my stomach tickle.
Pickles Pickles I like Pickles. Won’t you give me a pickle.
Sliced ones, Kosher ones, let’s have a garlic one.
I’ll eat Pickles how ever they come.
Sweet ones, dill ones, chopped up in relish ones.
I like Pickles, oh yes I do.
Pickles Pickles I like Pickles, if you’ve got no pickles I’ll take a nickel.
Pickles Pickles, now I might sound fickle, I’d prefer a pickle.
I met a young man up in ol’ Wisconsin. And he likes pickles.
He asked me to write him a song about pickles. So, here’s your pickle.
Have you heard about the alpha-pickle it starts off with an Aickle, Bickle,
Cickle, Dickle, Eikle, Fickle, Gickle, Hickle, Iickle, Jickle, Kickle.
Lickle, Mickle, Nickel, Oickle, Pickle, Quickle, Rickle, Sickle, Tickle,
Uikle, Vickle, Wickle, Xickle, Yickle, Zickle. That’s the alpha-pickle.
Pickles Pickles I like Pickles. I like ‘em better than an old fudgesicle.
Pickles Pickles I like Pickles. Won’t you give a pickle. Won’t you give me a pickle.
Goober Peas
Words and music by Burl Ives (ASCAP)
Goin’ to Bed Early Blues
Words and music by Jim Cosgrove
Oh, I hate to go to bed. I hate to go to bed. I hate to go to bed so early.
I’ve got the goin’ to bed early blues, the goin’ to bed early blues
I’ve got the goin’ to bed early blues.
Now my mamma she said, "Jim, it’s time to go to bed." My said, "It’s time to go to bed."
Brush your teeth it’s bed time, lay-down-your-sleepy-head time.
Turn out the lights, it’s time to go to bed.
My sister she stays up ‘til almost nine, just playin’ around and havin’ a good time.
I don’t think it’s fair, but no one seems to care. While I just lay there snifflin’ and cryin’.
Now my papa he said, "If you go straight to bed, we’ll get up extra early in the mornin’.
We’ll take a picnic to the zoo. Man, there’s just so much to do. If you’ll only go to bed early."
Well, I thought about what my papa said, about goin’ early to bed,
And you know, he had a lot to say.
You see, if I go right to sleep. And through the night don’t make a peep,
tomorrow I’ll have more time to play. Ha!
I love to go to bed, oh, I love to go to bed. I love to go to bed so early.
How could I be so blue when there’s just so much to do, if I’ll only go to bed early.
Good Night
Words and music by Jim Cosgrove
Good Night, Good Night, Good Night my sweet little one.
Good Night, Good Night, Good Night my sweet little one.
Good Night my darling, sleep tight little darling. I’ll see you in your dreams.
You’ve had a long day full of laughter and play.
Tomorrow there’ll be lots more to do.
So here’s a kiss good night. Now close your eyes real tight.
And let the dream angels sing to you.
Unicorn Song
Words and music by Shel Silverstein (ASCAP)
Arranged by Mark Thies and Jim Cosgrove
Diaper Bag Boogie
Words and music by Terence O’Malley
When my mamma hears my baby brother bawl like that
She’s up and movin’, huffin’, puffin’, fetchin’ a bag,
It’s slick and clean a really gleams, but sometimes smells real bad
There’s baby powder, pacifier, burp-up rag.
But mom bangs her knee and she wakes up my snorin’ dad
As she boogie woogies for the diaper bag.
Go lickedy-split, Mom! Make a quick switch, Mom!
Fold and wipe and powder those buns!
Baby brother giggles ‘cause it’s so much fun.
Mamma gives a hug and lets him play on the rug.
And with a goof y lookin’ grin he goes, "Goody, Goody, Goody."
As we hop and sing and do the diaper bag boogie.
There are times when mom is gone and dad’s with us at home
We quite delight to see the sight of Pop on his own.
He cleans, he mops, and cooks a lot, wearin’ a big apron.
We mess around the house, it’s like a fun vacation.
But trouble breaks when brother wakes
I shout out loud, "Hey, dad!"
As he boogie-woogies to the diaper bag.
Go lickedy-split, Dad! "Watch out, don’t trip, Dad!
Fold and wipe and powder those buns!
Baby brother giggles ‘cause it’s so much fun.
Daddy holds his nose as the diaper gets disposed.
And with a goof y lookin’ grin he goes, "Goody, Goody, Goody."
As we hop and sing and do the diaper bag boogie.
The Frog in the Bog stinky
Words and music by Jim Cosgrove
Oh, I love to dance. Oh, I love to dance.
Oh, I love to dance. Please, won’t you dance with me?
I am just a frog sittin’ here on this log.
Please, oh won’t you please come and dance with me.
I am the best dancer in the bog.
If you dance with me, you will set me free.
For I truly am a prince, trapped in the skin of a frog.
Please won’t you rescue me?
It’s lonely in this bog. Just sittin’ here on this log.
No one will dance with me, so I guess I’ll have to be
Forever a frog in the bog.
The Anger Bug
Copyright 1999 Jim Cosgrove
Do you ever get angry? Do you ever get mad?
Do you ever feel something crawling inside that just feels really, really bad?
We call that - the Anger Bug.
If you get the anger bug, if you get the anger bug,
if you get the anger bug, here's what you can do.
Chorus:Take it some place where no one sees.
Take it some place where no one hears.
Take it across the deep blue seas.
Just take it a long, long way from here.
And then you squish it, you squash it. You take it out and mash it.
You squish it and you squash it. You take it out and you mash, mash, mash it.
When you're out on the playground and somebody tries to push you down.
And if somebody tries to boss you 'round, here's what you can do.
Don't get mad and don't hit back. Use your words to solve this clash.
And if the anger bug creeps back, here's what else you can do.
Chorus: Take that bug where no one sees, ...
If somebody cheats at games. If somebody calls you names.
Keep your manners just the same, and here's what you can do.
Tell your friend that you won't play if he keeps on acting that way.
And if that anger bug makes way, here's what else you can do.
Chorus:....
No More Cryin’ Tonight
Words and music by Jim Cosgrove
Back-up vocals by the Operation Breakthrough Choir and The Hiccup Singers
Every little thing gonna be all right, Every little thing gonna be all right,
Every little thing gonna be all right. And there’s no more cryin’ tonight
There’s a big storm up in the sky. The thunder and the lightning make me cry.
But I have faith in the mornin’ light, so there’s no more cryin’ tonight.
My best friend just went away. I used to see her every day.
Man I miss her in the worst way, but there’s no more cryin’ tonight.
Walk with me hand in hand. We’ll do the very best we can.
Together in strength we’ll take a stand. And there’s no more cryin’ tonight.
Rest your weary head right here. And together we’ll talk away our fears.
And with my hand I’ll wipe your tears, ‘cause there’s no more cryin’ tonight.
Smorgasbord
Words and music by Jim Cosgrove
Arranged by Mark Thies and Jim Cosgrove
A smorgasbord, a smorgasbord is a...
Big, broad, wide, very large selection. A super-duper huge, jumbo-sized collection.
A colossal spread that can’t avoid detection.
A very large buffet of yummy things to eat.
You’ll find apples and pears, kiwi and bananas,
Grapes, and peaches, and cocoas from Havana.
Lemons so tart you’ll want to kiss your nanna.
A Clifford-sized buffet of yummy fruits to eat.
We’ve got blue berries, black berries, red berries, pink berries,
Gooseberries, huckleberries, raspberries, strawberries,
Wheat berries, knuckleberries, and don’t forget the stink berries.
A berry-sized buffet of yummy things to eat.
We’ve got broccoli and peas, lettuce and zucchini,
Spinach and squash - both favorites of Houdini.
garbanzo beans that’ll make a fine tahini.
A jolly green buffet of yummy things to eat.
You’ll find black beans, green beans, red beans, yellow beans,
Butter beans, pinto beans, lima beans, chili beans
Navy beans, army beans, marine beans, air force beans,
A soldier-sized buffet of yummy beans to eat.
Stinky Feet
Words and music by Jim Cosgrove
Stinky Feet (PU) Stinky Feet (PU) My brother’s got Stinky feet (PU).
Stinky Feet (PU) Stinky Feet (PU) My brother’s got Stinky Feet (PU) .
He takes his shoes off at the door. He throws his socks right on the floor.
He rubs his toes and says they’re sore. I don’t think I can take it anymore.
She wears the same shoes every day. She tells my mom she likes it that way.
I think she’s scarin’ her friends away. I just don’t know how to say...you’re got...
Now could someone please explain to me why dogs and cats don’t get stinky feet?
And has anyone ever seen a parakeet walking around with stinky feet?
You know, I think just you and me are the only ones who ever get...
Clap your feet and wiggle your toes. Spray them down with a rubber hose.
Dress them up in some fancy clothes. Just keep them away from my sensitive nose.
Rachel’s Garden
Words and music by Jim Cosgrove
Arranged by Mark Thies
Some angels they watch and protect you from harm. Some angels they sing when your sad.
Some angels they keep you from falling, and hitting your sister when your mad.
Some angels stand guard while you’re sleeping. Some angels help you laugh when you’re down.
Some angels are the people we meet everyday, like your family and friends in your town.
And there’s an angel named Rachel who dances and plays in a garden you’ll find on the way.
She’s a peaceful bright spirit with a soft, little voice, and she’ll wipe all your cares away.
Chorus: Come dance, come play, get carried away. Will you meet me in Rachel’s garden?
Come dance, come play, get carried away...Will you meet me in Rachel’s garden?
Some angels have jobs that last only days. Some angels have jobs that last years.
And I can’t help but think they make the best of friends, and they know all our hopes and our fears.