Big Rock Rooster

Words and music by John D Boydston III

I wanna be a super hero, yeah yeah yeah
Then I could be an action figure yeah yeah yeah
I may not be as old as a Backstreet Boy
But I know I could make it as a fast-food toy

I wanna be an action figure yeah yeah yeah
Then I could save the world from evil yeah yeah yeah
I may not be as tough as Steve McQueen
I know I could make it as a figurine

(instrumental bridge)

I wanna be a super hero, that’d be pretty groovy
Cause then I could be an action figure, and make my own movie
I wanna spin a web like a spider can
I wanna wear a cape like Superman, man o, man o, man o,

I wanna be an action figure
I wanna be a super hero
I wanna be a action figure yeah yeah yeah
I wanna be a superhero

©2001, Boyd’s Tone Records

Written by Allen Sherman and Lou Busch

Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh,
Here I am at Camp Granada.
Camp is very entertaining,
And they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining.
I went hiking with Joe Spivey.
He developed poison ivy.
You remember Leonard Skinner.
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.

All the counselors hate the waiters,
And the lake has alligators.
And the head coach wants no sissies,
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.

Now I don’t want this should scare ya,
But my bunk mate has malaria.
You remember Jeffrey Hardy.
They’re about to organize a searching party.

Take me home, oh Muddah, Fadduh,
Take me home, I hate Granada,
Don’t leave me out here in the forest, where
I might get eaten by a bear.

Take me home, I promise I will not make noise,
Or mess the house with other boys.
Oh please don’t make me stay,
I’ve been here one whole day.

Dearest Fadduh, darling Muddah,
How’s my precious little bruddah?
Let me come home if you miss me.
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.

Wait a minute, it stopped hailing.
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing.
Playing baseball, gee that’s better.
Muddah, Fadduh, kindly disregard this letter!

©1962, published by Burning Bush Music, and WB Music Corporation, o/b/o Curtain Call Productions Inc.

Words and music by John Boydston

I caught my Daddy watching cartoons
He A/said that it wasn’t so
But When I walked in there was no one around
Except my dad and Johnny Bravo

He said he was sleeping — resting his eyes
But I don’t think it looked that way
I caught my Daddy watching cartoons
again today.

I heard my Daddy sing the Arthur Song
Every day we walk down the street
He says he doesn’t know what its from
But he kinda liked the beat
He watches my shows with my sister and me
He acts like he don’t care
I heard my Daddy sing the Arthur song
I swear

I caught my Daddy watching Dexter’s Lab
When I got home from school
He grabbed the remote – flipped to CNN
I said don’t worry many its cool

I catch my Daddy watching The PowerPuff Girls,
Scooby Doo, and Dragonball Z
I guess my Daddy likes my shows As much as me
I guess my Daddy likes my shows as much as me
I guess my Daddy likes my shows as much as me

©2001, Boyd’s Tone Records

Words and music by John Boydston
When I woke up today I couldn’t find my shoes
Everybody’s in a panic you’d think it was front page news
Seems like the world is gonna end cause I can’t find my shoes

I put my shoes on the stairs but I can’t find em today
I think my shoes have legs, they get up and walk way
What’s a kid like me need shoes for anyway?
(That’s alright I’ve still got my air guitar)

(Cool guitar middle played by Dennis Wallace)

I look high and I look low
Always seems to happen when its time to go
I look in the closet, I look in the chair
Hey look everybody I found my underwear

But I can’t find my shoes (I can’t find my shoes)
I can’t find my shoes (I can’t find my shoes)
You know its front page news (that you can’t use)
When I can’t find my shoes (I can’t find my shoes)
You’d think the world was gonna end cause I can’t find my shoes

Well, we finally found my shoes – hanging from a tree in the yard
I think I might be in trouble cause last night it rained real hard
You know its front page news cause I found my new shoes
You’d think the world was gonna end cause I found my new shoes

©2001 Boyd’s Tone Records

Written by Danny Janssen and Wes Farrell

Hello world here’s a song that we’re singing
C’mon Get Happy
A whole lotta lovin’ is what we’ll be bringing
We’ll Make you Happy

Travelin’ along there’s a song that we’re singin’
Come on Get happy
A whole lotta lovin’ is what we’ll be bringin’
We’ll make you happy
We’ll make you happy

We had a dream we’d go travellin’ together
And spread a little lovin’ if we keep moving on
Something always happens whenever we’re together
We get a happy Feeling when we’re singing a song

We had a dream we’d go travellin’ together
And spread a little lovin’ if we keep moving on
Something always happens whenever we’re together
We get a happy Feeling when we’re singing a song

Hello world here’s a song that we’re singing
C’mon Get Happy
A whole lotta lovin’ is what we’ll be bringing
We’ll Make you Happy
Come on Get Happy

©1970, published by Screen Gems – EMI and Wescraft Music (BMI)

Words and music by John Boydston

They got a band on Mars
I can hear em picking those red guitars
They sound so good, someday they’re gonna be stars

They got a boy band on Pluto
But don’t sound a thing like Menudo
I send my kudos to the cats I hear up on Pluto

I heard a Gggirl band on Planet Janet
And I’d never take em for granite
I’d never say “”can it”" to the girls I heard on Planet Janet

They got Jazz on Venus – and Mercury
Man those cats can really swing
On Jupiter its country – and I told you about
The Thang from Planet Twang

I heard a Heptune from Neptune
I can hear em rocking every night
They’re never outta tune like the man on the moon
Up on Neptune

They got reggae on Saturn
I picked up the pattern
Don’t you know you never can tell
I heard the Grateful Dead on The Planet Red
Live from the Mars Hotel (oh yeah)

Yeah, they got a band on Mars
I can hear em picking those red guitars
They sound so good, someday they’re gonna be stars

©2001, Boyd’s Tone Tunes

Words and music by John Boydston and Gunnar Madsen

“Well there’s a nice mare (on Elm street)
Of course this horse belongs to me
She was a gift from my uncle in the country
She’s a nice mare, a nice mare

And when I’m late for school she’s my Pony Express
If we pass by she might leave a little mess
If you wanna ride bring a shovel I guess
Cause she’s a nice mare, a nice mare

We call her Winnie but she answers to hey
My friends call out and she says ‘neigh’
Everybody loves her but my parents say
She’s a nightmare
A nightmare
But she’s a nice mare, a nice mare

She’s always getting called by the Gallup Poll
She stomps one hoof when the answer is no
She’s got a crush on Mr. Ed, it’s her favorite show
She’s a nice mare, a nice mare

Nice Mare on Elm Street
Nice Mare on Elm Street
Nice Mare on Elm Street
Nice Mare on Elm Street

©2001, Boyd’s Tone Records (note to self, add Gunnar’s publishing info)

Words and music by John Boydston
“I like to lick everybody
Who comes to my door
I’ll eat anything
If it drops on the floor
I’ve heard the rumors
I don’t know about you
I think I might be a dog
Won’t somebody please tell me it ain’t true

I sit by the window
Protecting my world
I bark my head off
When I see a squirrel
Now does that make me a dog?
You know I do have floppy ears and a big nose
And come to think about it,
How come I don’t wear any clothes?

Yeah so what if I am a dog
What’s so bad about that?
At least I’m a dog and not
A big old smelly ugly stinky ugly hairy dumb cat?

I don’t have hands and I don’t have feet
I got four hairy paws
I think that’s kind a neat
Especially when I have to chase that dumb old milk licking, mouse-chomping cat.
I might be a dog but nobody ever tells me to scat.

When ride in the car, I sit in the back
I stick my face out the window, you can hear my tongue flap
All this time I thought I was folks like you
But I guess I’m a dog and I guess that’ll do

If it’s a dogs life
Then I’m livin’ large
Every night I get a treat from a big lady named Marge
Even a dog needs love
Don’t forget about that
A dog needs more love than a big old smelly hairy fur-ball coughing cat
Yeah, I’d rather be a dog than a fat hairy stinky smelly cat
(Not that there’s anything wrong with that)

©2001, Boyd’s Tone Tunes

Words and music by John Boydston

Well I’m a big old bird and my head is Red
I say rock a doodle doo when I get outta bed
I wake everybody I crow real loud
I strut my stuff cause I’m so proud
I’m the King of Cool, the Boss the best
Well, I’m a big Rock Rooster or maybe you guessed.

Well I hope you never see me at the KFC
I’d like to meet the Colonel just him and me
And those Chick Filet cows, I guess they’re swell
But you’d think my now they’d learn how to spell
I can walk the walk, I can talk and the talk
I’m a Big Rock Rooster and I love to rock
(just watch me now)

I hope you come by and see my home
You can borrow my brush but not my comb
You know you can’t scare me unless you honk your horn
I Wanna See Rock City – that’s where I was born
Which came first, the rooster or the egg?
No time to talk, time to get outta bed
I told you once and I’ll tell you again,
I’m a big rock rooster that’s what I am
Big Rock Rooster

©2001, Boyd’s Tone Records

Written by Deacon Anderson and Johnnie Lee Will
(cool guitar on this played by Dennis Wallace)

“M – I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P Mop Mop Mop Mop

R
I Say R-A
R-A-G
R-A-G-G
Rag
R-A-G-G-M-O-P-P

Ragmop
Doodlyboo-bah-dyadoo
Ragmop
Doodlyboo-bah-dyadoo
Ragmop
Doodlyboo-bah-dyadoo
Ragmop
Doodlyboo-bah-dyadoo
Ragmop
Doodlydoo-dah-dyadoo
R-A-G-G-M-O-P-P Raggmop

A-I say A-B
A-B-C
A-B-C-D
A-B-C-D-E
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I

I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P Mop Mop Mop Mop

R – I Say R-A
R-A-G
R-A-G-G
Rag
R-A-G-G-M-O-P-P

Ragmop
Doodlyboo-bah-dyadoo
Ragmop
Doodlyboo-bah-dyadoo
Ragmop
Doodlyboo-bah-dyadoo
Ragmop
Doodlyboo-bah-dyadoo
Ragmop
Doodlydoo-bah-dyadoo R-A-G-G-M-O-P-P Raggmop Mop Mop

©1950, published by Hill and Range Songs

(Instrumental)

Words and music by John Boydston

“Well I swung real hard and I heard the crack of the bat
The ball kept flying and I wouldn’t be lying ’bout that
I rounded second and don’t you know
They tried to get me but they missed the throw
Another big day of fun out on the field

Now we’re playing football I’m going out for a pass
I catch the ball and I’m running the hundred yard dash
I’m heading for the endzone I can see the line
Everybody’s cheering and it feels so fine
Another big day for my team out on the field

I like to run, I like to throw
So put me in the game I’m raring to go
I’ll play tomorrow, I’ll play today
My dad’s the coach but sometimes we win anyway

Now we’re playing soccer
Everybody’s chasing the ball
The parents’ are screaming you can’t hear anything at all
I found the hole and I passed right through
We kicked a goal it was 5 to 2
Another big day for my team out on the field
Another big day for me out on the field
Another big day of fun out on the field

©2001, Boyd’s Tone Records

Words and music by John Boydston

“You know I’m looking everywhere trying to find my mom
She’s sitting in her chair shopping everything dot com
I said Hey Mom, get off the computer
Come and look – I just got cuter
Hey Mom get off the computer now.

Everytime I look for my dad,
He’s sitting at the screen.
He staring like a zombie in a movie
I hope I never see
Hey Dad Get off the computer
Let’s play some ball – or fix my scooter
Hey Dad get off the computer

Now who put the bomp in bomp a bomp bomp
Who put the ram in my Daddy’s computer?

In the middle of the night not a creature stirring in my house
But sometimes I hear the clickin’ that little mouse.
Hey Mom and Dad get off the computer
There’s a guy at the door from Roto Rooter
Everybody get off the computer now

©2001, Boyd’s Tone Records

Words and music by John Boydston
“I was out in the garage
Looking for my shoes
I found an box of old records
And a record player too.

I put on a song
To see how it goes
Next thing I know I was tapping my toes
The songs were catchy I never got bored
But it seems like the bands only knew 2 chords

I heard the Troggs’ sing Wild Thing
I wanna Know for sure
Shondells Hanky Panky
The Leaves’ Hey Joe
Love that Dirty Water
Baby Please Don’t Go
Liar Liar Pants on Fire
The record player broke I had to fix the wire

I heard Psychotic Reaction
Friday’s Always on My Mind
I heard She’s about a Mover and 96 Tears
At least 57 times
Nobody But Me by the Human Beinz
Tobacco Road by the Nashville Teens

I said to my dad what’s the deal with this music?
He said son, this might sound confusing
But when I was young that’s the stuff we heard
Then he said let me play you Surfin’ Bird
So we sat around and finished up the stack.
I never found my shoes so I have to go back

I’ll be out in the garage
Out in the garage
I’ll be out in the garage
Out in the garage

©2001, Boyd’s Tone Records