![]() ![]() Didgereedoo Lyrics by John Music by John and David I was kangaroozin’ in the land down under with you. When I grow up, I’ll be the clown who never stops the merry-go-round… the merry-o-merry-o merry goooooooooo roooooouuuuund. ![]() Which little pocket did I put it in? A burst of joy each time around, on the merry-o-oh no! It’s slowing down…Not now, merry-go-round…don’t stop now…keep going…keep going around…and around… Where, oh, where, look again! Look again. Winking, blinking, hear the bells a-tinkle. A clown comes through the jungle thicket with a hand outstretched to take my ticket. He thinks it’s his! Everyone riding, everyone riding, up and down, around and around. My horse has wings! Galloping through the mirrored sky, strings of stars are whirling by. Cymbals crash! Trumpets sing! I’m high in the clouds. ![]() Floating up to my own dreamland, my heart keeps time with the big brass band. Everyone riding, everyone riding, up and down, around and around. Galloping, galloping, wild and free, there’s my mother. They’ll never catch up! My jumping horse has a flying mane and a bridle made of purple chain. And now I’ll pogo-go-go-go- go-go-go go away To celebrate this braggin’ dragon day. Won’t mom and dad be proud of me? And, yeah, dear Mum, the loving cup I give to you to cheer you up. I win.” This braggin’ dragon won the backward-bee. It’s N-O-G-A-R-D!” And, when the principal calls me in, I’ll say “Uh, huh. I Superman-it through the sky, Getting to school just in time To take my place in the spelling-bee line. Shooting like an arrow, I’m turning up the flame- Fleeing, skiing, to dragon fame. My ten-speed gears up Twice as fast-D-R-A down rabbit pass, G-O-N like a bird can fly, Dragon-fast, I glide right by. With a D-R-A and a G-O-N, Slicker than banana peels. School, here I come.” So off I go- A dynamo on my roller-skatin’ wheels. Skit, scat, scoodle-doot, Flip, flop, flee. Next from the pileup, skinned-knee D, Stubbed-toe E and patched-up F. Mamas and papas and uncles and aunts Hug their little dears Then dust their pants. The whole alphabet’s up the…Oh! No! Chicka chicka Boom Boom! Skit, scat, scoodle-doot, Flip, flop, flee. Chicka chicka boom boom, Will there be enough room? Look who’s coming-it’s L, M, N, O, P,Īnd Q, R, S, and T, U, V. And I and J and tag-along K- All on their way up the coconut tree. Simon & Schuster © 1989 Music by John and David A told B and B told C, “I’ll meet you at the top of theĬoconut tree.” “Whee,” said D to E, F, G, “I’ll beat you to the top of theĬoconut tree.” Chicka chicka boom boom, Will there be enough room? Here comes H up the coconut tree. Skit, scat, scoodle-doot, Flip, flop, flee.Ĭhicka Chicka Boom Boom and Other Coconutty SongsĬhicka Chicka Boom Boom Lyrics by John Archambault and Bill Martin Jr. ![]() Chicka chicka boom boom, Will there be enough room? Look who’s coming-it’s L, M, N, O, P, And Q, R, S, and T, U, V. Simon & Schuster © 1989 Music by John and David A told B and B told C, “I’ll meet you at the top of the coconut tree.” “Whee,” said D to E, F, G, “I’ll beat you to the top of the coconut tree.” Chicka chicka boom boom, Will there be enough room? Here comes H up the coconut tree. 1 Chicka Chicka Boom Boom and Other Coconutty Songs Chicka Chicka Boom Boom Lyrics by John Archambault and Bill Martin Jr. ![]()
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