Gopher guts

[Ernest Friedman-Hill]

I grew up in Connecticut, and now I live in Maryland, 300 miles away. I was six years old 35 years ago. But now that my daughter is six, and we're 300 miles away, and 35 years later, she's coming home from summer camp having learned the same obnoxious little songs that I learned when I was a lad.

"Great green globs of greasy, grimy gopher guts,
mutilated monkey feet,
little dirty birdy beaks,
pints and pints of prehistoric porpoise pus,
forgot my spoon, but I've got my straw!"

How do these things survive virtually unchanged for more than three decades when no-one writes them down, and no-one over the age of, oh, 10 or so will admit to even knowing them?

"Hello operator,
get me number nine,
and if we're disconnected
I will paddle your behind!"

[Michael Matola]

EF-H:

...virtually unchanged...

globs of greasy

gobs!

little dirty birdy beaks

Er, "chopped up baby parakeets."

Mike "was your spider 'itsy-bitsy' or 'eensy-weensy'?" Matola

[Mapraputa Is]

When I was a child, one of our most popular songs was "Fried Chicken". Later I learnt that it was written soon after the Revolution, in 1920-s.

[Jeroen Wenting]

The people teaching the kids those songs are kids who return to those camps for several years as visitors and then later again as vollunteers or employees.
They learned them and found them funny, then proceed to teach them to the next generation.

Small regional differences are to be expected as well as small changes over time to compensate for changing idiom of the youngsters involved.

It's the same way information was retained in primitive tribes thousands of years before anyone had the luminous idea to scribble something on a cave wall with a bit of charcoal.

[Gail Schlentz]

I learned it:

Boys are made of ooey gooey gopher guts,
Marinated monkey feet,
Chopped up baby parakeets.

But my kids tell me THAT's wrong. :roll:

[Jeroen Wenting]

Originally posted by Elaine Micheals:
I learned it:

Boys are made of ooey gooey gopher guts,
Marinated monkey feet,
Chopped up baby parakeets.

But my kids tell me THAT's wrong. :roll:

They've probably seen what boys are really made of...

[Gail Schlentz]

And exactly what are you implying about my little princesses??

[Stan James]

Anybody else love the diarheah song from Parenthood?

When you're climbing up the ladder
And you hear something splatter
Diarrhea
Diarrhea

When you're walking down the hall
And you feel something fall
Diarrhea
Diarrhea

When you're sliding into first
and you feel your stomach burst
Diarrhea
Diarrhea

When you're pants are full of foam
and you're heading into home
Diarrhea
Diarrhea

or from another source ...

When you're sliding into first and your pants are 'bout to burst.
Diarrhea, diarrhea,

When you're sliding into second and you need a disinfectant.
Diarrhea, diarrhea,

When you're sliding into third and you drop a wet turd.
Diarrhea, diarrhea,

When you're sliding into home and your pants are filled with foam.
Diarrhea, diarrhea

[Gail Schlentz]

Originally posted by Stan James:
Anybody else love the diarrhea song from Parenthood?

The version my former "little ones" used to sing had two little "grunt" noises after each "diarrhea". Lovely!

[Richard Hawkes]

Originally posted by Stan James:
Anybody else love the diarheah song from Parenthood?...

Comes out your bum,
Like a bullet from a gun.
Diarrhea,
Diarrhea

[Jeroen Wenting]

Originally posted by Elaine Micheals:
And exactly what are you implying about my little princesses??

Have they shown any tendency towards picking up carving knifes recently when there's boys around?

[Gail Schlentz]

Originally posted by Jeroen Wenting:


Have they shown any tendency towards picking up carving knifes recently when there's boys around?

No, but their dad has been cleaning up the shotgun!

[Jeroen Wenting]

Originally posted by Elaine Micheals:


No, but their dad has been cleaning up the shotgun!

probable male bonding rituals coming up?

[carleigh bodin]

i learned it too .....wheni was younger i learned a very long version..

"Ms.Susie had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell (ding ding)
The steamboat went to heaven and Ms.Susie went to HELLoo
operator please give me a number 9 and if you disconnect me
I'll cut off your behind the frigerator there was a peice of glass
Ms.Susie sat upon it and broke her little ASSkk me no more
questions and tell me no more lies the boys are in the bathroom
zipping up their FLIES are in the meadow the bees are in the park
Ms.Susie and her boyfriend are kissing in the D-A-R-K D-A-R-K
DARK DARK Dark is like a movie and movie's like show and show is
like a T.V. show and that is all i know. I know my ma i know i know
pa and i know my sister with the alligator bra!
Ms.Susie had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell (ding ding)
The steamboat went to heaven and Ms.Susie went to HELLoo
operator please give me a number 10 and if you disconnect me
i will sing this song again!"

its long but its somewhat funny and cute

[mukil minnal]

Alot of different versions

Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, little dirty birdy feet
Fresh brewed eyeballs frying in a frying pan
But I forgot my spoon, so gimme a sandwhich
With pus on top, monkey vomit and camel snot
Fresh brewed eyeball, dipped in doo
Eat it insert name of unpopular camper (sometimes me) here, it's good for you!

Great green gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Little dirty birdie feet
French fried eyeballs rolling in a bowl of blood
I forgot my spoon

Mutilated monkey meat
Little dirty birdie feet
16 eyeballs rollin' up and down the street
And I forgot my fork and spoon.

[Karen Garrity]

Great big gobs of ooey gooey gopher guts, litle birdies dirty feet, turtle tails that cant be beat. French fried eyeballs dancing ‘round the carousel; that’s what I had for lunch…without my spoooooon. Lol