Singing

 

 

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?

Can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow?

Can you toss them over your shoulder like a regimental soldier?

Do you ears hang low?

Scooby Doo

Doo, doo, doo, dooby dooby,

Doo, doo, doo, dooby dooby.

Scooby dooby dooby dooby do do do,

Scooby dooby dooby dooby do do do,

Scooby dooby dooby dooby do do do,

Scooby dooby dooby dooby do do do.

Bap do wap, bad do wap,

Bap do wap, bad do wap,

My feet do stamp and my hands to clap,

My fingers are a-clickin' and my arms do flap,

I turn around and around I go,

I'm moving down, I'm moving down then up real slow.

(Repeat)

 

As The Deer Pants

As the deer pants for the water, So my soul longs after you

You alone are my heart's desire, And I long to worship you

 

You alone are my strength, my shield, To you alone will my spirit yield

You alone are my hearts desire, And I long to worship you

 

I want you more than gold or silver, Only you can satisfy

You alone are the real joy giver, And the apple of my eye

You alone are my strength, my shield, To you alone will my spirit yield

You alone are my heart's desire, And I long to worship you

 

Swinging On A Star

Would you like to swing on a star? Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are, Or would you rather be a mule?

A mule is an animal with long funny ears, Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny and his brain is weak, He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school, You may grow up to be a mule

Or would you like to swing on a star? Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are, Or would you rather be a pig?

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face, His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He's got no manners when he eats his food, He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig, You may grow up to be a pig

Or would you like to swing on a star? Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are, Or would you rather be a fish?

A fish is an animal that swims in a brook, He can't write his name or read a book
And to fool the people is his only thought, And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish, You may grow up to be a fish

And all the monkeys aren't in a zoo, Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you, You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star