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Greatest Hits III CD
olsenlap 2006.03.15. 10:44
That Funky Musicology
Panthelogy? What's that? Sismology? Beats me.
Rheumatology? Radiology? Musicology? Musicology!
Play the funky, funky, musicology!
Play it on your radi-adi-adiology.
How I love it, love it, love it!
Gosh and golly gee!
Gotta, gotta, gotta, have that funky musicology!
Yeow!
Now when I wear a pair of panthelogy,
I like that extra large seismology.
Which leaves a lotta, lotta rheumatology,
For when I'm dancing. To that funky musicology!
Greek mythology? Now that I understand.
Genealogy? Poof! Your wish is my command.
What's this? Phonology? Something about the phone?
Ichthyology? Leave it alone.
Pharmacology, (uh-huh) Etiology? (Okay)
Meteorology? (I like) Ideology? (Do tell).
Down on old McDonald's pharmacology,
they grow food that we etiology.
Even the meat? You mean meteorology?
Frankly, I don't have the slightest ideology.
Fancy phraseology rings my bell.
Tricky, tricky, tricky, terminology, sounds so swell.
She drove off in her lexicology.
Her fancy souped up autobiography.
But then she ran out of gastronentrology.
had to buy a tank full with her Visa cardiology.
Then she drove her lexicology right into the
oceanography,
so she had to hail a taxonomy to take her homeopathy.
Ology, ology, ology, ology, ology.
Hep, hep, hep!
Funky musicology, yeow! Yeow!
Bravery
I've given up my nightlight 'cause I'm not scared of the dark.
I've tasted buttermilk. Sat through Jurassic Park.
I've taken off my training wheels, used adult shampoo.
Sometimes there's no limit to the scary things I'll do.
I don't hide in the closet when I hear thunderclap.
I dunk my head in water, I've sat on Santa's lap.
I never bat an eye when I get my measles shot.
So when things get scary, it's a good thing I've got...
Bravery...I'm brimming with bravery.
I'm always prepared. And if I'm still scared, I get my Mom.
First day at kindergarten, others might have wept.
Sat and played with Legos, At nap time, I slept.
I climb the tallest jungle guys, slide the biggest slides.
When I go to Disney World, I ride the biggest rides.
Last Friday at assembly, in front of the whole school,
I played a singing carrot and didn't lose my cool.
I hoped out on that stage, and sang out clear and strong.
In sticky situations, I always bring along...
Bravery...Three cheers for Bravery.
The sight of a ghost, won't turn me to toast.
I'm better than that.
Bravery...I'm brimming with Bravery.
But if I despair, and Mom isn't there,
there's always Dad.
Wavery...When my knees get wavery,
My heart's in my mouth, my nerves heading south,
And I've got the shakes.
Quavery...When my voice gets quavery,
I suck in my gut. I'm mean and I'm lean. I swagger and strut.
A P.T. Marine. Left right, left, right,
I left the jitters behind.
Bravery...Three cheers for Bravery.
You won't see us clinch when we're in the trench.
Or when things get hairy.
Bravery...Let's hear it for bravery!
We're so full of bravery, It's scary!
Gimme a life of a pirate
What if we could get to be. Part of a pirate crew?
Shiver me timber, ready about.
Pack me lunch, we're shipping out.
With as scurvy a bucket of scupper scum.
As ever got blown to kingdom com.
You mean us? You. You! Us.
Well I'll be a rusty blunderbuss.
Yo Ho! Glory be. Gimme the life of piracy.
Load me a cannon and fire it.
Gimme the life of a pirate.
Girls, girls, take it from me.
The roving life of piracy is less than it's cracked up to be.
Less? Less. Much less? Yes.
For instance, if I might distress...
Pirate ships do not have showers.
Arr Arr thar she blows.
Pirates do not smell like flowers.
Here come pirates, hold your nose.
Big deal. Buckle me swash.
If we were pirates, we'd never wash.
Never? Never. Oh my gosh!
The pirate life for me.
Hail hail glory be.
Gimme a life of larceny.
Gimme a perch and a carrot.
Baak! For the life of a parrot.
Parrot, parrot, Pirate. This is absurd.
Lose the bird.
Yo Ho! Glory Be!
Gimme the life a parrot, paracy!
Load me a cannon and fire it.
Gimme the life of a pirate.
Shiver me timber! Arr me maties.
Pirates do not have bedtimes.
Yo Ho, ready about.
Measles or other dread times.
Pack their lunch. They're shippin' out!
I do miss the looting and the pillage and the plunder.
The mayhem and the bedlam and the cannon shot like thunder.
And I loved the Jolly Roger.
That's the flag that we sailed under.
Gimme the life, gimme the life, gimme the life of a pirate.
Arr arr! Glory be. Gimme a life of piracy.
Load me a cannon and fire it.
As a career we admire it.
How could you help but desire it.
It's the pirate life. Raak!
The life for me.
How would you be
What if a magic genie came and said to you:
"You can be anyone you want...just tell me who."
Anybody? "Anybody. Think it through.
Who would you be?"
Who would you be?
Choose your identity.
Race car driver? Deep sea diver?
Who would you be?
A skinny super model?
A pilot of the throttle?
I'll be a genie in the bottle!
Who would you be?
Who, who, who, who would you be?
How about all five Diane quints?
Who, who, who, who would you be?
The artist formerly known as Prince?
Everyone says a leopard doesn't change his spots.
What if he did?
To green and purple polka dots?
How would you like them apples when they're apricots?
Who would you be?
Who would you be? How 'bout a Kennedy?
Butcher? Baker? LA Laker?
Who would you be?
A fancy foreign guru?
An Aussie kangaroo-woo?
Lieutenant Uhuru?
Who would you be?
Who, who, who, who would you be?
A speed metal guitarist?
Who, who, who, who would you be?
A man in tights in Sherwood Forest?
Who would you be?
Choose you identity.
Paul Revere? A Mouseketeer?
Who would you be?
Street musician? Politician?
Spiderman? Peter Pan?
Princess Di? A Samurai?
Sally Ride? Bonnie and Clyde?
All Together
There's an orchestra of orcas, all of 'em whaling away.
Choruses of porpoises echoing down the bay.
There's a great big seal of approval,
Flocks of penguins at play.
Squeaking and gabbing and shrieking and babbling,
They've got so much to say.
We're all singing the same sweet song.
Some sing treble and some sing bass.
We're all swimming in one big pond,
As we go swimming through space.
All together, All together.
All together, All together.
We're all making one joyful noise,
As we go spinning through space.
We're all walking the same green earth.
We're all sharing a special place.
We're all rowing the same big boat
As we go spinning through space.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
We're all walking the same green earth.
We're all sharing a special place.
We're all rowing the same big boat
As we go spinning through space.
All together, All together.
All together, All together.
We're all making one joyful noise as we go spinning.
We go a-spinning. Spin, spin spinning.
We go spinning, all together,
Spinning through space.
Flip
I picked you out, from twenty million birds.
Instant friends, it only took four words.
I said You. I said Whoa. I said Play? I said Hey.
So began our splendid partnership.
And when I think about it...I flip! Flip!
I read you and you read me. Flip! Flip!
It's like telepathy.
Hey come-a-come-a come on.
Come-a-come-a come on.
Let's jump the moon.
We're so in tune, I want to flip!
Flip me five. Flip me ten.
Then five and ten again.
There they were a-swimming in a pack.
They swan away. We called. And they swam back.
We said Play? They said (Dolphins SFX).
We said Hey. They said (Dolphins SFX).
Something clicked and that was just the tip.
And when I think about it...I flip.
Flip! We read them and they read us. Flip!
Flip!
It's just miraculous.
Hey, come-a-come-a come on.
Come-a-come-a come on.
Let's jump the moon.
We're so much in tune, I want to flip!
Flip!
Every creature, small or great,
has a way to communicate.
and when you find it,
you just have to...flip! Flip!
Our friendships not a fluke. Flip! Flip!
A kook can spot a kook.
Hey, come-a-come-a come on.
Come-a-come-a come on.
Let's jump the moon.
We're so much in tune, I want to flip!
Flip!
Flip me five. Flip me ten. Flip. Flip.
Then five and ten again. Flip. Flip.
Big splash. Flip. Flip...
You're all wet.
Miami
What is that tropic spot that people like alot?
Mi-i-i-ami.
What is both cool and hot?
Mi-i-i-ami.
Even the hurricanes cannot resist it.
No hurricane has ever missed it.
I hear the timbales. I taste the tamaloes.
It's calling, it's calling to me.
We've got to get the Miami.
My goodness, my gracious, Miami.
We've got to get to Miami.
That hot melting pot by the sea.
The days are palmy, the nights are balmy.
There's hot pastrami and Key Lime pie to die for.
What's full of crowded streets and Afro-Cuban beats.
Mi-i-i-ami.
What has that lazy lilt, yet with a turbo tilt?
Mi-i-i-ami.
We're feeling hi-i-igh on the idea of jar alai and Hialeah.
We'll snorkel and scuba, explore little Cuba.
It's calling, it's calling to me.
We've got to get to Miami.
Tell Daddy and Mommy, we've gone to Miami.
It's rough and it's tumble but...
Stagger or stumble, we'll get to Miami or bust.
Cause get to Miami we must.
Mi-i-i-ami. Hotcha hotcha hotch-CHA! Miami!
Let your mind Meander
What is the sound of one hand clapping?
What is the color of clear?
Is there a sound when a tree hits the ground,
If no one is there to hear?
We have questions, we need answers.
We are on a mighty quest.
We need your help, what would you suggest?
Listen. Let your mind meander.
Take a pause to ponder.
It's a mind expander.
Just let your wonder wander.
Thoughts are rivers, let your flow.
Hunches are breezes, let yours blow.
Clues are everywhere. Everything counts.
Minds are trampolines, let yours bounce.
I think she's got it.
Run the problem backwards.
Turn the problem around.
Tip the problem over.
Turn it upside down.
Take another gander out into the yonder.
Let your mind meander.
Let your wonder wander.
If you have a problem that has no solution,
it's possible you do not have a problem.
If you have a problem that has not solution,
It's possible you do not have a problem?
Exactly.
We have questions, we need answers.
Of course.
I don't think we're getting through.
Not to worry, not to worry.
I'm right there with you.
All you've got to do is...
Run the problem backwards.
Turn the problem round.
Tip the problem over.
Turn it upside down.
Take another gander,
out into the yonder.
Let your mind meander.
Let your wonder wander.
OHM, OHM, OHM...
Footprints on the moon
I wanna wake up before the rooster.
I wanna fire up those mighty boosters.
I feel fine, the universe is mine on ignition.
We are two kids with a mission.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We were born for greatness. Nothing picayune.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I wanna suck my lunch from plastic packets.
I want life support in all my jackets.
We can see, how proud we're gonna be,
As commanders of that lunar lander.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I'm a rocket baby, I sing a rocket tune.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I'm gonna floor that accelerator.
I'm gonna buzz through a lunar crater.
Check that crust.
So crumbly and dusty and rocky.
It's cool to be a rocket jockey.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We were born to follow, in the footsteps of Apollo.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
B-U-T-T Out
You want to come too. We know you do.
And maybe someday you will.
She wants to come now, No way, no how!
Sorry, negativesville
Why not? Why not? Let's see, why not.
Lizzie baby, we'd rather you weren't along today
But shouldn't we tell her why?
We'd just rather you weren't okay?
Now back off and say goodbye.
We'd rather be picked up by a twister,
Than tagged along after by a sister.
We'd rather eat french fried garden snails.
We'd rather lose all out finger nails.
Or bathe in a pool of slime!
Hasta la vista, baby sista!
Maybe some other time.
B-U-T-T out! B-U-T-T out!
Turn your tiny frame about and B-U-T-T out!
Ya betta, ya betta, ya betta, ya betta,
B-U-T-T out!
It's not that it makes us gag to drag a tagalong tot and tow
It's not that you embarrass us in front of everyone we know.
It's not that you are such a snot nosed brat.
It's not that you're nosy, it's not that you're a rat.
Although that may be true.
It just that this mission is dangerous,
And we care so much for you.
Beat it! Amscran! Hit the Highway!
See ya! Ciao! Vamoose! Be off! Reduce!
You're gonna, you're gonna, she's ain't gonna wanna, B-U-T-T out!
Lizzie, you just can't come today.
Maybe next time we'll see.
Maybe a year from this coming May, or maybe next century!
It's not that you might be out of place.
It's not that we can't stand your face,
or that you're not of the human race.
It's just that you're too young!
Be a sweetie, B-U-T-T out!
Eat your Zitti, B-U-T-T out!
Phone home E.T., Go home E.T., B-U-T-T out!
Take a hint, take a hike, B-U-T-T out!
Ya betta, ya betta, ya betta, ya betta, B-U-T-T out!
Give Us A Mystery
Who stole the great Hope Diamond?
What killed the Dinosaurs?
Who makes the finest pizza?
What's in your brother's dresser drawers?
Mysteries of life,
screaming to be solved.
Here we stand in our trenchcoats,
Dying to get involved.
We're super-duper snoopers,
First class private eyes.
Figure outers, clearer uppers,
Mistresses of disguise.
We've got the know how,
We've got the knack.
Now all we need's a case to crack.
We're two super-duper snoopers.
Give us a mystery.
What is the Loch Ness Monster?
Why is the cherry on top?
Where is Amelia Earhart?
Who put the bop in the bopshoobopshoobop?
Are tomatoes a veggie or a fruit?
What is in that Barney suit?
To find out why or how, call who?
Us! When? Now!
Give us a thing that makes no sense, look at us gather evidence.
A fingerprint, a ball of lint,
The slight aroma of peppermint.
A film of soap, a trand of rope,
Throw it beneath our microscope.
Let's see...What can it be? Suddenly...
Aha!
We've go the gear and everything.
now if the phone would only ring.
We're two super-duper snoopers.
Give us a mystery! (Whoa!)
Give us a mystery! (Oh yeah!)
Give us a mystery!
We need a mystery!
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