Miss Lucy’s Playground Songs

Archive for the ‘Holiday Songs’ Category

Source: Lantern Tree

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas pie,
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum
And said What a good boy am I!

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Source: Boy Scout Trail

Don’t you laugh when the hearse goes by
‘Cause you might be the next to die

They’ll wrap you up in a clean white sheet
And put you down about six feet deep

They put you into a wooden box,
And cover you over with earth and rocks.

It’s not so bad for the first few weeks
Until your coffin begins to leak.

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

They eat your clothes, they eat your hat
They crawl in skinny, and crawl out fat

Your teeth fall in and your eyes pop out,
Your brains come trickling down your snout.

Then you turn disgustingly green
Your skin as slimy as whipping cream.

So next time you see the hearse go by
Watch out!
You may be the next (pause)
To (pause)
Die!

The part of the song I recall goes something like this:

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.

I guess as a kid… that is rather memorable.

Here is the rest.

Source: Goblinville

Did you ever think, as a hearse goes by,
That you might be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And bury you down about six feet deep

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 the coffin begins to leak!

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 great big 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 worms eat when you’re dead.

Another version – but it is shorter:

Source: Eskimo

Did you ever see a hearse go by?
Then you will be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a bloody sheet
And throw you down about fifty feet.

The worms crawl in.
The worms crawl out.
And that’s what this story is all about.


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