California Dreamin'

(Mamas and Papas)

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray,
I've been for a walk on a winter's day.
I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

 

Stopped into a church I passed along the way.
Oh, I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray,
You know the preacher likes the cold, he knows I'm gonna stay.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

 

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray,
I've been for a walk on a winter's day.
If I didn't tell her, I could leave today.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.


On such a winter's day.
On such a winter's day.

 

Camp Sunset Hill
Camp Sunset Hill,     (Clap hands on Camp and Hill)
Camp Sunset Hill,
Camp Sunset Hill,
Camp Sunset Hill,

Some call it fun and some may call it madness, (On "madness," circle ears like crazy)
So come on with us and wipe away your sadness. (Motion to come, wipe eyes)
Happy campers are we having fun ‘neath the trees, (Wave with both hands, wave under trees)
And when we are done, we'll remember this song, (Wave with one hand)

 

Camp Sunset Hill,
Camp Sunset Hill,
Camp Sunset Hill,
Camp Sunset Hill,
CAMP!

 

(Half of the group sings Camp Sunset Hill throughout the whole song while the other half does the verse. Both halves sing together the Camp Sunset Hills at the beginning and end. Sunset Hill can be replaced by any other camp name with three or four syllables. When the song is done, everyone yells out CAMP! together.)

 

Camp/Troop Boogie
Chorus:
Hands up! Cha, cha, cha, cha!
Hands down! Cha, cha, cha, cha!
Do the boogie! Cha, cha, cha, cha!
To the front, to the back, to the side by side!
To the front, to the back, to the side by side!

 

Ladies and gents and campers too
Camp/troop _____'s got a boogie for you
You gotta turn around, and touch the ground
And step back, and step back and boogie on down

 

Went to the kitchen to eat a piece of cake
Then I thought about the campers and I ate the whole plate!

 

Went to waterfront, thought I'd sail
But all I did, was bail, bail, bail!

 

Went to the nurse, to get a pill
Came back feeling, mighty ill!

 

Went to the pool, thought I'd drown
Then I thought about the campers and I couldn't go down!

 

Went to the lake, saw some mosquitos
Came at me like flying torpedoes!

 

(Actions: Do what the words say. Clap during verses. Usually have one person sing verses and then everyone come in on chorus)

 

Canoe Song- Dip, dip and swing
My paddle's clean and bright,
Flashing like silver.
Follow the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip and swing.

 

Dip, dip and swing them back,
Flashing like silver.
Swift as the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip and swing.

 

Cathedrals
Orleans, Beaugency
Notre Dame, D'Clery
Vendome, Vendome

(This song is best sung while cupping your hands over your ears- nice echo)

 

Chicken Lips and Lizard Hips
(Tune of Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious)
Chorus:
Chicken lips and lizard hips and alligator eyes
Monkey legs and buzzard eggs and salamander thighs
Rabbit ears and camel rears and tasty toe-nail pies
Stir them all together, it's Mama's Soup Surprise.

 

Oh, when I was a little kid I never liked to eat,
Mama'd put things on my plate, I'd dump them on her feet,
But then one day she made this soup, I ate it all in bed,
I asked her what she put in it, and this is want she said.

 

I went into the bathroom and stood beside the sink,
I said I'm feeling slightly ill, I think I'd like a drink,
Mama said "I've just the thing, I'll get it in a wink,
It's full of lots of protein, and vitamins I think."

 

Coca Cola Grace
The sun will always shine
The birds will always sing
As long as there is God
There is always the real thing.

 

Do do do do dut do
Do do amen
Do do do do dut
God is the real thing.

 

(Thanks to the Girl Scouts of Caprock Council Troops #637 and #638)

 

Come, Follow
Come, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me

Wither shall I follow, follow, follow,
Wither shall I follow, follow thee?

To the greenwood, to the greenwood,
To the greenwood, greenwood tree.

 

Country Roads

(John Denver)
Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenadoah River.
Life is old there, older that the trees,
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.

 

Chorus:
Country Roads, take me home,
To the place I belong,
West Virginia, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads.

 

All my memories gather round her,
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water,
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.

 

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me,
Radio reminds me of my home far away,
And driving down the the road,
I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.

 

Cowboy Joe
Way out west where the bad men are,

      (Slap both hands on thighs, then clap hands)
And the only thing to guide them is the evening star (Same)
Lives the roughest, toughest man by far, (Same)
And his name is Cowboy Joe. (Same)

He always sings ragtime music to his cattle, (Snap fingers)
As he swings, back and forth in his saddle

     (Snap fingers, cross and uncross arms)
On a horse, a pretty good horse, (Pet pretend horse)
A syncopated gaiter (Wave hand in curve)
That has such a funny meter to the rear of his repeater,

     (Point fingers like guns, shrug)
How they run, Yee hah! (Hand to ear, stretch arm out)
When they hear the fellow coming, (Hand to ear)
‘Cause the western folks all know, (Wave in circles)
What do they know? (Hands out, palms out, shrug shoulders)
He's a high falootin rootin tootin son of a gun from Arizona, (Thighs, shoulders, head, cross  over, head, shoulders, thighs, clap)
Ragtime cowboy, talking ‘bout your cowboy, ragtime Cowboy Joe. 

    (Snap, clap 6X, spin hands)
Hey!(Hands outstretched)