Millions Of Schoolchildren Sang This And Turned Out Normal

We had to sing the theme from M.A.S.H> (Suicide is Painless), and Annie's Song. Both were not appropriate for 10 year olds.

To this day, I still don't understand what "We Are Marching To Pretoria" is about. But our 2nd Grade Music Teacher made us sing it.

It is a song from the Boer War in South Africa.

Our music teacher made us sing Zum Gali Gali and I have no idea what that meant either.

My 5th grade chorus teacher made us sing "I'm Getting Married In The Morning!"

I needs my gossip, girl.

Suffocation.

Remco Suffocation.

Suffocation, the game we love to play.

First you take a plastic bag.

Then you take a rubber band.

Over your head.

Now you're dead.

WHEEEEE!

Our fourth grade music teacher made us sing the entire cast album of FOLLIES.

I posted this a few years ago and no one bit, so I’ll try again. Does anyone remember a song that went:

Madam, weave a thread of silver

Madam, weave a thread of gold

For I've heard you have a daughter who is lovely to behold

The next part is a blur but she tells the guy that he isn’t good enough for her daughter. Then he says:

I am going very angry

To the palace of the king

And the story of your meanness

To the royal family bring

At the end of every music class our teacher would put on a medieval hat and play autoharp while we sang the song a couple times in preparation for our spring recital. No other song got the same treatment and I can’t find the lyrics online, so I’m left thinking it must have been her own creation.

As I walked out on the streets of Laredo..... i thought goddamn those cowboys are hot.

I remember singing pop songs in 6th grade, top that I can recall being Leo Sayers’ You Make Me Feel Like Dancing, 10CC’s The Things We Do for Love and Squeeze Box by The Who.

I remember having a teacher who used the Carole King song " Jazzman" in her lesson. I loved that .

Go tell Aunt Rhody

Go tell Aunt Rhody

Go tell Aunt Rhody

She's really Uncle Fred.

Rob and Laura had the most incredible parties in that sunken living room.

Well, whether sanctioned by the school system or not, gruesomeness is nothing new to children. As in this little ditty:

Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by, For you may be the next to die. They wrap you up in a big white sheet, From your head down to your feet. They put you in a big black box And cover you up with dirt and rocks, And all goes well for about a week, And then your coffin begins to leak.

And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out. The worms play pinochle on your snout. They eat your eyes, they eat your nose. They eat the jelly between your toes. A big green worm with rolling eyes Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes. Your stomach turns a slimy green, And pus pours out like whipping cream. You spread it on a slice of bread, and that's what you eat when you are dead.

And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in. The worms that crawl in are lean and thin, The ones that crawl out are fat and stout. Your eyes fall in and your hair falls out. Your brain comes tumbling down your snout. And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, They crawl all over your dirty snout. Your chest caves in, your eyes pop out, And your brain turns to sauerkraut.

They invite their friends and their friends too, They all come down to chew on you. And this is what it is to die, I hope you had a nice goodbye. Did you ever think as a hearse goes by, That you may be the next to die? And your eyes fall out, and your teeth decay, And that is the end of a perfect day.

Mama's little babies love shortnin' bread!

Followed by R2 s We are marching to Pretoria

In Kindergarten no less:

There was an old lady who swallowed a fly

I don't know why she swallowed a fly

I guess she'll die.

Then it goes on for another 10 verses with us Kindergartners diagnosing that there will be all this dead carnage.

Little bunny foo foo

Hopping through the forest

Scooping up the field mice

And bopping them on the head

^ Sorry bunny foo foo! I meant to give you a WW and FFed you instead!

My nephew's favorite song was Pat Benetar's Hell is for Children. It got him sent to the school psychiatrist. Turned out he liked it because even at his young age, he appreciated Pat's sex appeal.

Rock-a-bye, baby, in the treetop

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall

And down will come baby, cradle and all

Valderi-Valdera, valda ra ha ah ha ah ha

My knapsack on my back

La dee dah