Cool Songs for Cool Kids

Written by John Boydston and Walt Brewer

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

“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

Written by K. Nobuyoshi
“Here he comes here comes Speed Racer
He’s a demon on wheels
He’s a demon and he’s gonna be chasing after someone

Here he comes here comes Speed Racer
He’s a demon on Wheels
He’s a demon and he’s gonna be chasing after someone

Hes gaining on you so you better look alive
He’s been revving up the powerful Mach 5
And when the odds are against him
And there’s dangerous work to do
You bet your life Speed racer will see you through

He’s up and flying as he guns the car around the track
He’s jamming down the peddle like he’s never coming back
Adventure’s waiting just ahead

Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer Go!

He’s up and flying as he guns the car around the track
He’s jamming down the peddle like he’s never coming back
Adventure’s waiting just ahead

(c) Speed Classic Music

(Instrumental)

Words and music by Walt Brewer & John Boydston

“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

Words and music by John Boydston

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

Words and music by John Boydston

“I know a girl named Sally
She’s got a cat named Ally
I know a girl named Sue
She’s got fish named Stu
I know a guy named Jake
He’s got a Polka-dotted Snake

I know girl named Terry
She knows a guy named Harry
I know a girl named Kelly
She likes to watch that telly
I know a girl named Zoë
She’s got a pal named Joey

I know a man named Cyph
They call him Cyph the knife
Well I know a guy named Lincoln
He’s always sitting there thinking
I know a girl named Veronica
She can really play that harmonica

(You go girl! – harmonica solo, played by Jack Brantley who is not a girl.)

I know a girl named Sharon
She knows a girl named Karen
She knows a guy named Eddie
Who’s always eating spaghetti
We all know a guy named Max
He can really pick that axe
Go Cat Go!

(guitar solo)

I know a girl named Page
She’s really all the rage
She knows a girl named Danielle
And She’s got a cocker spaniel
And know a girl named Cory
And that is the end of our story

©1998 (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

No words here, but guest guitarists on this song are Kevin Morrison and Scott Rogers (RIP).
©1998 (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

Words and music by John Boydston

“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

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

Words and music by John Boydston

I got ants in my pants
I gotta hop, I gotta dance
I got a noodle on my poodle
I got a kit in my kaboodle
I got a noogie, I got a woogie
I think its time to boogie

I got bees in my knees
I gotta cough I gotta sneeze
I got dirt on my shirt
I fell down it didn’t hurt
I got a sandal, I got a sock
You know its time to rock

I got blues in my shoes
Wanna tell everybody the news
I got puppies I got guppies
I got hippies I got yuppies
I got places to go, people to see
C’mon and rock with me

I got cash I got trash
I got sand in my hand
I got a dog I got a frog
I got a horse I got a hog
I got a chicken, I got an egg
I gotta shake my leg, shake it one time for me

(solo)

I got ants in my pants
I gotta hop, I gotta dance
I got a noodle on my poodle
I got a kit in my kaboodle
I got a noogie, I got a woogie
I think its time to boogie

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

(Trad. arrangement by John Boydston)

For Atlanta Braves and Florida State Seminoles fans, which we are both.

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

Words and music by John Boydston

Daddy’s Driving Carpool Today Allright
Better strap on your helmut, bucklel up tight
When everyone in the back starts to fight
His face turns red his knuckles turn white.
Daddy’s getting really mad now,
Doesn’t seem quite so glad now

We’re driving in the carpool
Driving in the Carpool
We’re driving in the carpool
Driving in the Carpool

Daddy’s driving carpool again today
I hope nobody gets in our way
Now there’s traffic as far we can see
Then he makes a sharp turn,
Watch out for that tree
I’m glad we’re in the Expedition
I hope that cop will listen
Daddy’s taking the long cut now.

We’re driving in the carpool
Driving in the Carpool
We’re driving in the carpool
Driving in the Carpool

Daddy’s driving carpool
We’re running late
Says we should be there half past eight
Daddy says he’s hoping and wishing
That we won’t have another collision.
I think my daddy’s cool now
But I just wanna get to school now

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records

(no lyrics here, but when I was a kid PF Flyers were a pretty cool thing to have, cause according to the Johnny Quest commercials you could just about fly and jump mountains in them, especially if you had the Johnny Quest PF FLyer decoder ring, which I did, but I never knew what I was supposed to decode with it. But that’s where the title of this song comes from since someone asked once.)

Words and music by John Boydston

Last night I couldn’t sleep in my bed
I had some grape juice
It went to my head
We saw a thousand red balloons
With a million-jillion blue baboons

When I woke up
I went into a dream
There were daddy’s everywhere
I could see
And then it rained
So we got our umbrellas

We ran into the yard
We saw the dads
We saw the daddies in the sky
We saw the dads

After all the dads left
We saw crazy things
Elephants and Tigers
With real big wings

We saw the ladybugs red and black
A big fat buffalo,
Big bird on his back

When I woke up
I went into a dream
There were daddy’s everywhere
I could see
And then it rained
So we got our umbrellas

Dad’s in the Sky
Daddy’s in the Sky
Dad’s in the Sky
Daddy’s in the Sky

©1998, (BMI) Boyd’s Tone Records