Come On, Get Happy! (Best of Daddy a Go Go)

“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

(solo)

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)

“I’m having a birthday
I hope that you can come
I’m gonna be one year older
I know that we’ll have fun
I’m getting ready for my birthday
Buying all the stuff
Ice cream and cake and party hats
Do you think we bought enough?

I can’t wait til’ my birthday
It’s gonna be the best
We’ll play games, sing some songs
Gonna be better than the rest

(yeah we’re going to a party party)

Everybody’s here, we’re together
I’m glad that you’re my friend
We’re having more fun than a barrel of Monkeys,
wish it didn’t have to end

This year’s party was my best ever
I’m glad that you could come
We stayed inside because of the weather
didn’t’ seem to matter none

So thanks for coming to my birthday
Thanks for coming to my birthday party
Thanks for coming to my birthday
Thanks for coming to my birthday party”

©2000, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

“Brush-a-brush-a-brush-a-brush-a-your teeth
Top back front bottom in between

Now brush
Your Teeth
Now Brush
Your Teeth

(repeat twice daily and don’t forget to floss)”

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

“I got a dog named Boomer
You know he’ s my best friend
I guess you’ve heard the rumor
He likes to get down and get back up again
He’s dog
Not a bird
He’s a big old dog

I got a dog named Boomer
He likes to chase big sticks
You know he used to chase cats
Til they started chasin’ him back

He’s a dog
now he hates cats
cause he’s a big old dog

He’s a dog who acts like he’s from outer space
You know he’ll never bite you, but he’ll lick your face.
Get down boy, get down

I got a dog named boomer
He laughs at all my mailman jokes
He’s got a great sense of humor
But the best thing is, he’s my dog

I got a dog.
I got a dog.
I got a named Boomer
C’mon boy, let’s go!”

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

“I got a dog named Boomer
You know he’ s my best friend
I guess you’ve heard the rumor
He likes to get down and get back up again
He’s dog
Not a bird
He’s a big old dog

I got a dog named Boomer
He likes to chase big sticks
You know he used to chase cats
Til they started chasin’ him back

He’s a dog
now he hates cats
cause he’s a big old dog

He’s a dog who acts like he’s from outer space
You know he’ll never bite you, but he’ll lick your face.
Get down boy, get down

I got a dog named boomer
He laughs at all my mailman jokes
He’s got a great sense of humor
But the best thing is, he’s my dog

I got a dog.
I got a dog.
I got a named Boomer
C’mon boy, let’s go!”

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

“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.

(verse/solo/)

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

(solo — verse)

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

Hey everybody.
This is a song that gets loud,
Then it gets quiet, then it gets loud
Then it gets quiet .
But that title was just too long,
So we call it….

Nana Nana Boo Boo
It’s a little thing we do
When you hear me say 1,2,
Make some noise, dance around,
Act like the monkeys do

Gotta wait for your cue
ONE-TWO

That’s all you gotta do,
When I say Nana Nana Boo Boo
And ONE-TWO!

(Help me sing now)

I say NANA
NANA NANA
NANA NANA BOO BOO

NANA
NANA NANA
NANA NANA BOO BOO

NANA
NANA NANA
NANA NANA BOO BOO

NANA
NANA NANA
NANA NANA BOO BOO

(everybody dance)

Boy, I’m glad that part’s over,
You know why?
Cause now we get to do it all again

I say Nana Nana Boo Boo
Now you know what to do
When you hear me say one-two
Make some noise, jump around
Act like a kangaroo

That’s all you gotta do
Here comes the cue
ONE-TWO

Having a little Mountain Dew
You’ll be acting like a monkey too
ONE-TWO

REFRAIN

Whew, I’m really glad that part’s over now
You know why?
Cause I’m tired, I’m really tired

That was a great job everybody.
But let’s try and keep it down for a while
I might try and take a nap.

Words and music by John D Boydston III, copyright Dec 2007, published BMI, Boyd’s Tone Tunes

“I can swing by myself
I don’t need a push to go high
I can pump my legs
I can reach the sky

I can tie my own shoes
I really got it down
I can do it by myself
My mommy showed me how

I can make my own bed
I can make it look good
I can brush my teeth
You know I knew that I could

I can do it by myself, All Alone
I don’t have to ask
I’m getting so big, My mommy says
I’m growing up too fast

I can feed my dog
I couldn’t do it before
I can get my own milk
Without spilling on the floor

I can read my books
I know my ABC’s
I can count to a hundred
Its very easy for me

I can do it by myself, All Alone
I don’t have to ask
I’m getting so big, My mommy says
I’m growing up too fast

I can’t cross the street
I always look both ways
I think its kinda neat
That I can swing by myself
I Can swing by myself
I Can swing by myself
I Can swing by myself”

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

“Now when I get up, I don’t wanna make my bed
I got a million other things I’d rather do instead
But I can hear a voice ringing in the back of my head
Telling me I gotta work like my mama said
I can hear my mama saying “Do the Chores”
Sometimes with drama she says “Sweep the Floors”
When I’m done she says “Do some more”
Its no fun when she says “Do the Chores”
Its all I ever hear
and it takes me all year
I can’t take it anymore
Do the chores

Do the chores
Mop the floors
Get the broom
Clean the room
Make your bed
Like I said
Do the chores

I scrub the tub
I clean the sink
What’s inside there?
I don’t wanna think
Talk about dirt
I guess we gotta lotta
I tried an alibi
Diddly squatta
Seems like its all I ever do
Try to get rid of goo
But I don’t wanna do chores no more

How come I gotta make my bed anyway (make your bed)
When I’m just gonna mess it up again tonight (like I said)
What’s wrong if just once in a while (Pick up your clothes)
My clothes stay in a big old pile? (Go get the hose)
I’ll go the extra mile but I don’t have to smile
Cause doing chores ain’t my style

Do the chores
Mop the floors
Get the broom
and dust the room
Scrub that tub
Don’t be a schlub
Do the chores

Let me have that megaphone for a minute, I got something to say here

Don’t wanna mow the yard
No more chores
You know its really too hard
No more floors
Don’t wanna rake the leaves
Got out and play
You know it gives me the heaves
All day
Take out the trash — gives me a rash
I don’t wanna do the chores.”

©2004, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Tunes

“Hello everybody
The name of this song is the ABC song
And I want everyone to sing along.
The lyrics are real easy, just the letters of the alphabet.

A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O
P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W
X-Y-Z

(Repeat as necessary) ”

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

Here’s a story about a flamingo
Who wasn’t overjoyed
’Cause his first name was Sigmund
And his last name Floyd
In fact he was a little annoyed

Soon everyone knew about Pink Floyd
That’s what they called him in the tabloids
He got so famous they made him into toys
Lots of ’em, little pink plastic flamingos
People everywhere started putting them
In their front yards
(sounds pretty tacky to me, but what do I know?)

One day Pink Floyd moved to Salt Lake City
He got a wife, 2 kids, and a dog named Kitty
Then they moved back to F-L-A
Because they couldn’t stand the weather
They lived there happily together

Everybody loved Sigmund the Pink Flamingo
He went out every night playing Hi-Li and Bingo
One day he tried to change his name to Andon
He found out he didn’t have a leg to stand on
(that’s a little flamingo joke)

One Day Sigmund saw a friend in trouble
And when he did, he came on the double
His friend was a manatee you see
His first name was Hugh, that’s right, Hugh Manatee
And Pink Floyd had to save him

Hugh was stuck in the swamp, couldn’t move around
Sig was afraid his friend might drown
So he called his friends from way downtown
He said, “”Hey, help me save Hugh Manatee
(shouldn’t take too long)”"
They said, “”Well you know Sig,
we’re kind a busy now son”"
Pink said, “”5 minutes… That’s all we need.”"
They said, “”OK, if it means saving Hugh Manatee.”"

So they pushed and pulled
Trying to save Hugh Manatee
And finally Hugh was able to swim free
He said, “”Thanks, Pink. The next one’s on me.
Thanks for saving Hugh Manatee.”"
Pink said, “” No, thank You, you are the Man-a-tee.”"
Hugh said, “” No, I insist. Thank You Pink Floyd.
You saved Hugh Manatee.”"
Everybody sang,
“”Thank you for saving Hugh Manatee”"
Everybody sang,
“”Thank you for saving Hugh Manatee”"
Everybody sang,
“”Thank you for saving Hugh Manatee”"

©2005, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Tunes

“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 Records

“People let me tell you ‘bout my best friend
He’s a warm-hearted person who’ll love me to the end
People let me tell you ‘bout my best friend
He’s a one boy cuddly toy my up my down my pride and joy

People let me tell you now he’s so much fun
Whether we’re talking man to man
Or whether we’re talking son to son
Cause he’s my best friend now”

©1969, published by World Song Publishing, Inc/ASCAP

“Well, I’m sitting here wondering, clothespin holding my nose
yeah, I’m sitting here wondering, clothespin holding my nose
I changed so many diapers, guess I better go change my clothes

We’ll I change those diapers, maybe 50 times a day
I changed so many diapers, there’s nothing I can say
You know I’m a diaper changing dad
That’s what I do all day
Everytime I finish one diapers, I know there’s another on the way

Well, I grabbed the diaper pail
Ran out to the garbage truck
The driver started driving
He said “”Man You’re outta luck”"
Now the neighbors are complaining
Say I’m gonna have to move
Guess I better hold my nose
And go change into my diaper changing shoes

(solo X 2)

I tried to get some fresh air, I couldn’t take no more
There were so many dirty diapers I couldn’t open the door
You know those old diapers, keep on calling me
I got those Daddy diaper blues won’t somebody help me
I got those Daddy diaper blues can I get some of your sympathy”

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

It’s a kids world
So big and blue
It’s a great place
for me and you

It’s a kids world
And it’s a kids sky
Big white clouds
And the birds that fly

It’s a great world
and I’m a gonna shout it
It’s a cool place
No two ways about it

It’s a kids World
And I had a dream
That everybody learned to
Play the tamborine

Well it’s a kids world
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Everybody else just gets to dance in it
It’s a kids world
Oh my my

It’s a kids dog
And it’s a kids cat
It’s a kids ball
And it’s a kids bat

It’s a kids hat
And it’s a kids coat
It’s a kids glove
And it’s a kid goat

It’s a kids moon
in the nighttime sky
The stars light up
Sometimes they fly

It’s a kids world
And I think it’s best
Write this down
Cause this could be on the test

Well it’s a kids world
Yeah Yeah yeah
Cause everybody needs to have some fun
It’s a kids world
Oh my my
Everybody dance in 4-3-2-1!

It’s a kids world
And I wouldn’t kid you
About a kids world
So big and blue

It’s a kids world
And its full of wonder
Lightning and rain
And sometimes thunder

It’s a kids month
And it’s a kids year
It’s a kids day
Getcher self in gear

It’s a kids world
Cause sure enough
Why else would everybody
try and sell me stuff?

Well it’s a kids world
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Everybody else just gets to dance in it
It’s a kids world
Oh my my
It’s a kids world because it is — Everybody sing

Well it’s a kids World
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Everybody else gets to hang out in it
Oh my my
Everybody listen to the children sing now, about
The Kids World!

Kids world
Kids world
Kids world
Kids world

©2005, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Tunes