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Mama Earth Song Lyrics
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MAMA EARTH’S KITCHEN THEME SONG
(U.S.A. Country-Folk)             
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler

 

  1. Hear the robins sing in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Hear the robins sing in Mama Earth’s kitchen

All the birds are singin’ in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Let’s wake up… and we’ll talk about the world

 

  1. Gather up the eggs from Mama Earth’s kitchen

Gather up the eggs from Mama Earth’s kitchen

Hear the rooster crow in Mama Earth’s kitchen

We’ll make breakfast…and we’ll talk about the world

 

Instrumental

 

  1. Look at all the gardens in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Look at all the gardens in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Let’s pick vegetables from Mama Earth’s kitchen

We’ll make soup…and we’ll talk about the world

 

  1. It’s high noon in Mama Earth’s kitchen

It’s high noon in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Sun’s up high in Mama Earth’s kitchen

We’ll eat lunch…and we’ll talk about the world

 

Instrumental

 

  1. Takin’ out the compost from Mama Earth’s kitchen

Takin’ out the compost from Mama Earth’s kitchen

We’re making dirt in Mama Earth’s kitchen

We recycle all our garbage as we talk about the world

 

  1. Pickin’ all the strawberries in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Pickin’ all the strawberries in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Blueberries and raspberries from Mama Earth’s kitchen

Let’s make pie and we’ll talk about the world

 

Instrumental

 

  1. It’s dinnertime in Mama Earth’s kitchen

It’s dinnertime in Mama Earth’s kitchen

We’ll thank God for Mama Earth’s kitchen

We’ll praise God…and will ask to bless the world

 


  1. Nighttime’s fallin’ in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Nighttime’s fallin’ in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Bullfrogs croakin’ in Mama Earth’s kitchen

Driftin’ off to sleep as we dream about the world

 

Come on down to Mama Earth’s kitchen

Come on down to Mama Earth’s kitchen

There’s a lot to hear in Mama Earth’s kitchen

We’ll get together… and we’ll talk about the world

 

Instruments used:

 Guitars, bass, mandolin, fiddle, spoons, washboard, robins (bird), bullfrogs,  crickets (insects), peepers (frogs), katydids (insects) recordings, and human voices.


I LIKE MY BINOCULARS                              
(U.S.A. Country Hoe-Down)             

Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler

 

Look over there at the cow in the mud

She’s chewin’ on her cud

 

I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision

I like my binoculars, I can see real far with ’em

I like my binoculars, I can see for miles

I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles

 

Look over there in the air

Now look down on the ground

There’s a hawk pickin’ up a mouse

He’s takin’ it for a ride (whee)

 

I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision

I like my binoculars, I can see real far with ’em

I like my binoculars, I can see for miles

I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles

 

Solo

 

I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision

I like my binoculars, I can see real far with ’em

I like my binoculars, I can see for miles

I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles

 

Look over there at the birds in the air

That one’s black and purple

Look at the buckets on the maple trees

They’re makin’ maple syrple

 

I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision

I like my binoculars, it’s better than television

I like my binoculars, I can see for miles

I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles

 

Solo

 

I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision

I like my binoculars, I can see real far with ’em

I like my binoculars, I can see for miles

I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles

 

Solo


Hey there’s some chaps from New Zealand

(hello!) doing some bird watching mate?

What a ya say? (Well)

 

We love our binoculars, they improve our vision

We love our binoculars, we can see quite far with them

We love our binoculars, we can see for miles

We love our binoculars, it makes us want to smile

 

Look at the leaves, in a whirl

Look at the lake, see it swirl

Look at the tree there’s a squirrel

And the vultures in the sky (Buzzard?)

 

We love our binoculars, they improve our vision

We love our binoculars, we can see quite far with them

 

(come on)

 

We love our binoculars, they give us eagle vision

We love our binoculars, we can see quite far with them

We love our binoculars, we can see for miles

We love our binoculars, it makes us want to smile

 

(hey…what’s that?)

 

(ohh)

 

it’s a bear – a what

 

(a bear)

 

maybe we oughta get outta here

 

bye, ta ta, cheerio, toodle-loo

 

Instruments used:  

Banjo, acoustic-electric guitar, bass, washboard, spoons, mandolin, and human voices.


THE FOSSIL WALTZ                     
(A European Waltz)                          3

Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler

 

You wish you were with me now

I’m down by the creek

Laura and Mimi are having quite a treat

Jumping round for rocks and things

And I found some fossils

I’ve got so many that I can’t carry them home

 

Oh Daddy where are you?  I need you to carry

My fossils are heavy

I can’t get them home

There are so many crinoids and brachiopods

There are trilobites and bones!

 

Please, pleez, come to my rescue

I need your big strong arms

Pleez, pleez, come to my rescue

I need a boat or something large

 

Daddy I wish you were with me now,

My fossils are heavy,

I’m next to a creek

Maybe we can come down here later

When you come home from work

 

Instrumental

 

Please, pleez, come to my rescue

I need your big strong arms

Pleez, pleez, come to my rescue

I need a boat or maybe a barge

 

Oh Daddy where are you

I need you to carry

My fossils are heavy

I’m next to a creek

Maybe we can come down here later

When you come home from work

 

Instruments used:

 

Human voices, acoustic-electric guitar, bass guitar, accordian, mandolin, drums, poodle and lab dog barks, swamp sparrow, Rufons Sided Towhee (birds), and bull frogs.


JUMP FOR JOY BOOGIE WOOGIE    
(U.S.A. Boogie Beat)                           
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler

 

Here’s a little boogie woogie…I call it jump for joy boogie

 

Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy

Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy

Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy

Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy

 

Now clap, clap, don’t slap, just clap, looking’ good, clap for joy

Now clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap for joy

 

Now stomp, stomp, and romp, stomp, c’mon, stomp for joy

Now stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp for joy

 

Now hang, getting’ tired…yeah I know—then hang

Hang, hang, hang, hang, hang, hang, hang for joy

 

Snap – if you can’t snap…just fake it, snap, snap, snap for joy

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap for joy

 

Now wiggle, wiggle, you can giggle, wiggle, don’t wiggle off your chair—wiggle for joy

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle for joy

 

Piano

 

Let’s give the piano some

That’s nice

Get goin’ now

Goin’ crazy

 

Twist, twist, twist, twist, like this you can twist, twist for joy

Twist, twist, twist, twist, twist, twist, twist for joy

 

Now shake, c’mon baby, shake, shake, shake for joy

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake for joy

 

Now praise, praise, put your hands up in the air and let ‘em flap,

Praise, praise the Lord

Praise, praise, praise, praise, praise, praise, praise the Lord

 

Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy

Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy

Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy

Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy

 

Instruments used:

 Human voices, bass and acoustic guitars, electric keyboards.




TOOTHBRUSH REGGAE                             
(Carribean Style)                                
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler

 

Open your eyes up…you know its morning

Walk to the bathroom…go to the sink

Look in the mirror…pick up your toothbrush

Turn on the water flowing and get a drink

 

And then you brush, up like the sun

Down like the rain

Round and around and around again

And brush again, up like the sun

Down like the rain

Round and around like a choo-choo train

 

If you have toothpaste

You can put some on it

If you don’t have it, you can still brush too

Pick up your floss then

And get right on it

You’ll have a smile that will shine like jewels

 

And brush again, up like the sun

Down like he rain

Round and around and around again

And brush again, up like the sun

Down like the rain

Round and around and around again

Round and around and around again

Round and around and around again

Round and around and around again

 

Instrumental

 

Round and around and around again

Round and around and around again

Round and around and around again

Round and around and around again

 

Instruments used:

 Human voices, bass, acoustic and electric guitars, drums, electric keyboards.


WILDLIFE CONDO                                             
(Mambo and African Beats)             

Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler

 

You see that poplar over there?

It’s just another wildlife condo

So don’t you cut that old tree down

Or they’ll have nowhere else to go!

 

The trees, the trees are homes for these

A place in the trees; raccoons and the bees

Who lives in these trees, squirrels, birds and bees

And how about more of these

 

The possums, the monkeys, flying squirrels, bats,

Woodpeckers, owls, not to mention the gnat catcher,

Woodpeckers, panthers, wood ducks and snakes

All of these guys need the trees goodness sake

 

You see that poplar over there?

It’s just another wildlife condo

So please don’t you cut that old tree down

Or they’ll have no place else to go!

 

Break it down

(sounds from the rainforest and Temperate Forest)

 

Hey now, look in the hole of that old dead tree

There’s baby raccoons live inside there

Look at the roots, where the chipmunks dig holes

So the babies and mothers can hide there

 

Hey look at the top who is there at the crest

An owl or woodpecker pileated,

Downy or hairy, nuthatch, red bellied

Woodpecker are all related!

 

You see that poplar over there?

It’s just another wildlife condo

Don’t cut that old tree down,

Or they’ll have no place else to go!

 

So when somebody says that that tree is dead

Remind them whose living inside there!

So when somebody says that that tree is dead

Remind them who’s living inside there!

 

Hey now, look in the hole of that old dead tree

There’s baby raccoons live inside there!

Look at the roots, where the chipmunks dig holes,

So the babies and mothers can hide there.

 

Look at the top who is there at the crest,

An owl or woodpecker pileated

Downy or hairy, nuthatch, red bellied woodpeckers are all related

 

You see that poplar over there…

It’s just another wildlife condo.

Don’t cut that old tree down

Or they’ll have no place else to go.

 

Remember the flicker, the blue jays who bicker

The squirrels and the flying squirrels too

There’s gray ones, and red ones, brown ones and white ones

Some are all black, none are blue

 

You see that poplar over there?

It’s just another wildlife condo…

So please don’t cut that old tree down,

Or they’ll have no place else to go!

 

So when somebody says, hey that tree is dead,

Remind them whose living inside there!

So when somebody says, hey that tree is dead,

Remind them who’s living inside there!

 

 Instruments used:

 Talking drum, tom-tom, a-go-go bells, whistle, Chinese gong, shakers, maracas, human voices, bass and electric guitars.


BUNNY RABBIT CHECKLIST              
(Story Song)                                      
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler

 

Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit

How are ya doin’ today?

Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit

Here’s what I have to say…

 

Is your water dish clean?

Food dish filled?

I’ll clean out your cage…

So ya don’t get ill!

 

Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit,

How are ya doin’ today?

Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit,

Here’s what I have to say…

 

I found some dandelion greens, curly dockweed,

Regular beans, sunflower seeds.

All of these things, you can eat.

Instead of just dry stuff

I’ll give you a treat!

 

Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit,

How are ya doin’ today?  (Repeat)

 

Instruments used:
Schoenhut tiny toy piano and human voice.


YA WANNA BUY A BUNNY                     
(Story Song from 1940’s)           Continued

Words and Music Written by Hoefle Porter

 

My ‘rhythmatic is getting’ bad,

I don’t know what to do

I bought a little bunny

Then I bought another bunny

Don’t one and one make two?

 

Now when I’m lookin’ at the bunnies…

I get as mad as mad as I can be.

‘Cuz now there are so many bunnies,

Oh me, on my!  You wanna buy a bunny?

 

When I’m eatin’ bread and honey

Those silly little bunnies pester me

‘Cuz all the bunnies beg for honey

Oh gee, oh my!  You wanna buy a bunny?

 

When we’re playin’ hide ‘n seek

At my heels they sneak, sneak, sneak!

When I hide they peek, peek, peek!

I get so made I could shriek, eek!

 

If you want a fuzzy bunny

That’s got a wiggly nose and cotton tail

I wish that you would buy a bunny

‘Cuz I got lots of bunnies for sale

 

Now when I get up early in the mornin’ I go into the chicken house

To fee my little tiny baby chickens,

All those crazy little bunnies they follow along after me,

Just hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hoppin’ like the dickens.

Get outta here ya crazy little bunnies!

 

And when I sneak my little tiny puppy dog rover upstairs with me to bed

the bed is full of them silly little bunnies from the foot up to the head.

Get outta my bed ou bad little bunnies

Go on bunnies get outta here, go on now.

 

Bunnies, bunnies, bunnies, bunnies everywhere

There’s bunnies on the table

And there’s bunnies on the chair

Bunnies on the sofa and there’s bunnies on the floor

And there’s some new ones comin’ through the door

More!

 

Pleez c’mon and buy a bunny

I’d even like to sell ya two or three

But if you don’t have any money

I’ll just give you a bunny

‘Cuz there’s just too darn many bunnies

for me there’s bunnies all over the place

under my feet…they’re under my bed, every place.

 

Instruments used:

 Human voice, saxaphone, flute, clarinet and piano.



A DONDE ESTU MI PERRITO                   
(Mexican-Salsa Style)                        

Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler

 

Uno, dos, tres, quatros

A donde esta mi peritto

A donde esta mi peritto

A donde esta mi peritto

 

Where has my little dog gone

(ruff, ruff, ruff – rooo)

Where has my little dog gone

(ruff, ruff, ruff – rooo)

 

A donde esta mi gato

A donde esta mi gato

A donde esta mi gato

 

Where has my kitty cat gone

(meow, meow, meow, meowy rherr)

Where has my kitty cat gone

(meow, meow, meow, meowy rherr)

ta da, da, da, da, da! (simulated trumpet) 3x

ta, da, da, da, da, da, humpf!

 

A donde esta mi vacca

A donde esta mi vacca

A donde esta mi vacca

Where has my moo cow gone

Moo, moo…

 

A donde esta mi pollo

A donde esta mi pollo

A donde esta mi pollo

Where has my chicken gone

Bawk, bawk, bawk….

ta da, da, da, da, da! 3x

ta, da, da, da, da, da, humpf!

 

A donde esta mi sapo

A donde esta mi sapo

A donde esta mi sapo

Where has my toad gone

(hop, hop, hop, leap)

(hop, hop, hop, leap)

 

A donde esta mi caballo (x3)

Where has my horsey gone

(cloppity, cloppity, clop…neigh)

cloppity, cloppity, clop…neigh)

ta da, da, da, da, da! 3x

ta, da, da, da, da, da, humpf!

 

En donde esta mi selpa

En donde esta mi selpa

En donde esta mi selpa

Where has my jungle gone

(ooo…ahh)

(ooo…hh)

 

En donde esta mi floresta

En donde esta mi floresta

En donde esta mi floresta

(chain saw – whaaa)

ta da, da, da, da, da! 3x

ta, da, da, da, da, da, humpf!

 

Instruments used:

 Human voice, maracas, drums, electric keyboard, trumpet sounds, electric, acoustic and bass guitar.

 


BAD BAD DOG                                   
(Country, kind of Johnny Cash like)      
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler

 

Well I once had a mixed breed Irish setter

He was a dog you know, and his name was Alark.

Once every couple of months he’d take off to visit his lady friends!

He was known in Cheektowaga, he was known in Tonawanda,

He was known in Tiorunda, he was known in Orchard Park,

He was known all over Lancaster!

 

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dawg

 

He was known by all the dog catchers

They’d pick him up in the truck and bring him to my house!

But instead of puttin’ him in the back of the kennel,

He’d be sittin’ in the front passenger seat

Just as nice as you please!  An easy fifty bucks

(hey buddy here’s a bone for ya) they’d just say (c’mon Alark jump on in) and he’d get in and it’d sot me fifty bucks (you’re a good boy…good boy aren’t ya)

 

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dawg

 

I remember one time I took my four children to Burger King for lunch

When we came out there was so much going on I didn’t notice that the windows were rolled down and Alark wasn’t in the car.

Well it was getting close to supper and I was getting worried

I said to my kids, have you seen the dog

The dog is missing.  What’s goin’ on?

He must have hopped out the window in the parking lot!

 

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dawg

 

So I called the Depew police station and I told them

“I’m missing a mixed breed Irish Setter”

(oh we know that one, we know that one)

oh, the next mornin’ the police called me back

(hey, we have your dog, and he rode in the squad car with us all night long

I got him some cheeseburgers! He’s a good dog!  We had a

great time with him.  You had better come over and get him, I just might keep him, he was that much fun!

Great officer, I’ll be right over.

 

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dawg

 

Remember the Blizzard of ’77, there was so much blowing snow, and it was so cold I was worried sick when he didn’t come home.

I thought he was dead, I really thought he was dead (poor little guy)

And then one day I went out in the back yard
And there he was, all curled up – sleepin’ in a snow bank

6 a.m. in the mornin’.

I said aren’t you cold, get in here

Oh it’s good to see you, I was worried sick about you

You’re as cold as ice, oh my goodness

You’re a bad dog (rough)

 

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dooog

 

I’m sure glad he was alive, man I thought you were a goner

 

Emily remember when you were a baby?

He used to guard you in your playpen

Man no strangers would come near you

He was a great guard dog

You know I could leave the car

And run into the convenient store really quick

Nobody would touch that car, like he’d growl

Slobber up against the window and show his teeth real nasty like

Wow he’d take your face off

Oh Alark, hey cut it out, get in back, it’s me let me in good boy, good boy

 

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dawg

 

He was a great protector of small children, a noble prince

Remember our neighbor Ed

(well ya know Alark, he stops and smiles at me

and nods his head as if to say, Hey Ed, how ya doin’?

ya gotta be kidding me Ed – go on

(ho ho – no-no I’m not really he’s, he’s a very intelligent dog)

And Adelle, the lady at the corner, with all the cats –

she cried when she found out he died

(Oh Sue I miss Alarkie.  He used to come over for breakfast every day)

That’s where he went every morning, oh boy

(He used to clean all the droppings off my floor)

I bet he did (and he ate all the bunny turds too) yuck!

No wonder he was such a fussy eater!

 

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dawg

 

Well when he died at age 17 of natural causes we buried him in the backyard

Inside two slabs of wet concrete, lined with gray clay to make a fossil out of him

We put a little jar in there with his name tags and a sign that said, “the best dog in the world”.

We want him be remembered in history books like the famous dog of Pompeii in Italy

Do you remember that dog? 

Well Alark is gonna be the 20th century dog of Pompeii

THE BEST DOG IN THE WORLD, FROM LANCASTER, NEW YORK!

 

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a bad, bad dog

He was a GREAT bad dog!

 

Instruments used:

 Bass and acoustic guitar, human voices, drums, harmonica.

Mama Earths Kitchen Band Show with Susan Rozler and full band