• Funky As A Diaper
  • Uncle Jim Theme

    I’m so glad you showed up! Come join the party with my nieces and nephews! This song contains the essential message for children when entering any situation, an invitation that says, “You’re welcome here.”

    Just Listen :)

  • Funky As A Diaper #1 HIT!

    What if a baby was more than cute and cuddly? This song takes a comical look at family from the baby’s point of view. Featuring Vocalist Nadirah Shakoor formerly of Arrested Development.

    FUNKY AS A DIAPER
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    I’m a natural at being me
    Got no responsibilities
    I eat and sleep from 9 to 5
    And when I’m done I’m super jive
    I’m funky!
    
    Funky as a diaper
    Funky as a diye yahee yiaper
    
    I’m a little Buddha dig my phat
    This birthday suit is where it’s at
    Keep me fed and bathed and changed
    I guarantee to keep it strange
    I’m funky
    
    CHORUS
    
    Momma she’s my number 1
    Makes it right, gets it done
    Carry’s me ‘round in a sling
    Check it out, the girl can sing
    
    Don’t want no bottle
    Get real
    No solid food that’s the deal
    I’m one with nature, got no teeth
    When I grow up I’ll have some milk and cookies
    We’re talkin’ Pepperidge Farm baby
    
    What’s bigger than Phat?
    What’s slicker than slim?
    Dig it! It’s Uncle Jim
    Funky as a diaper
    Funky as a diye yahee yiaper
    What’s colder than cool?
    What’s hipper than hot?
    Uncle Jim, Check it out!
    
    Ladies and Gentlemen
    Introducing for the first time on American soil
    The great drummer
    Ugata Sakitoome
    
    Our family groove is super tight
    In the pocket day and night
    Now Daddy he’s another kind
    He’s so cool it blows my mind
    We’re funky!
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Lonely Broccoli

    One night at a dinner party I noticed a lonely sprig of Broccoli that hadn’t made it into the pot of water. This song explores the common feelings of being left out with a tongue-in-cheek twist ala Elvis the Broccoli King.

    Lonely Broccoli
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    I’m a little bitty broccoli
    With no place to go
    By a twist of fate
    I’m out in the cold
    
    My daddy was a big stalk
    From a hard luck farm
    My momma was a little bud
    She didn’t mean to do no harm
    Now they’re cuddlin’ up together
    By the fire nice and warm
    
    Well I’m a lonely broccoli
    I didn’t make it into the pot
    I’m out on the stove
    Sometimes I wish I were a tator-tot
    My friends are into bubbly
    I think the party’s gettin’ hot
    
    Well 1 and 1 is 2
    2 and 2 is 4
    4 and 4 is 10
    I better do my math again
    I’m all alone on the range
    Trying to find my way back home
    
    Well the temperature’s risin’
    I hear the party goin’ on
    I’m breakin’ out in a sweat
    My glasses are covered in fog
    No matter how I wail
    I feel just like a dog
    
    Well I’m a lonely broccoli
    I didn’t make it into the pot
    I’m out on the stove
    I’m givin’ it all I’ve got
    My friends are into bubbly
    The party’s never gonna stop
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • The Smile in the Sky

    What if we saw the sky, earth and sea from a different perspective, and looked for a smile? Sing along with this fun interaction between a daydreamer and a scientist, discussing two views of our environment.

    The Smile In the Sky
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer/Jeff Dayton)
    
    Did you ever stop and think about the sky above,
    Covering this whole world with love?
    Did you ever stop and wonder what it’s made up of?
    Tell me ‘bout the sky above!
    
    The sky is made up of 78% nitrogen and 21% oxygen.
    Light is bent when it enters the atmosphere
    So that the heavenly bodies are not exactly as they appear,
    
    There’s a smile in the sky
    From the sun all day
    And the moon at night
    They’re winkin’ at you as they go by
    There’s a smile in the sky
    
    Did you ever stop and think about the earth below?
    It’s way too big for you to hold it all
    Ridin’ round space on a blue green ball
    Tell me ‘bout the earth below
    
    The earth has an estimated mass of 6.6 sextillion tons.
    Its shape is not quite a sphere, in fact,
    If you hang upside down from a satellite you will see something remarkable
    
    Chorus
    
    Did you ever stop and think about the ocean blue
    You couldn’t swim across it if you wanted to
    All those creatures now what do they do?
    Tell me ‘bout the ocean blue
    
    The world ocean has an area of about 139 million square miles with an average depth of 12,000 feet. That’s a lot of water. Have you noticed that the waves are waving at you?
    
    Chorus
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • I Am a Three Legged Dog

    Once upon a time I had a three-legged dog named Daisy (Tripod). She was the happiest dog I’ve known but had trouble finding the door, And… she had a bladder control problem. Daisy reminded me that even on those days when I felt like “a three legged dog in a four legged world” I could still wag my tail and be myself.”

    I Am A Three Legged Dog
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    Writer’s note: This is a semi-true story (all but the circus) about a happy dog with a bladder control problem who was injured in a car wreck, who still manages to make the most out of life.
    
    I am a 3-legged dog
    I live in a 4-legged world
    I can spin. I can twirl
    I can run. I can jump
    But some times I trip
    On my stump, stump stump,
    stump stump
    I am a 3-legged dog
    
    I was not born this way
    A speeding car took my paw away
    We’d escaped from the yard,
    my buddy and me,
    now he’s buried out by the tree,
    by the tree
    (“now my legs number three” sung live)
    I am a 3-legged dog
    
    I tried out for the circus one day
    They put me so high on a wire
    Just walking down the street is hard enough
    As I fell to the net all they heard was my
    Ruff Ruff Ruff
    I am a 3-legged dog
    
    People always give me a treat
    They think my misfortune is sweet
    Don’t ask me to shake but I’ll sit up real straight
    If I pee on your shoes, it’s not because I’m mean
    I am a 3-legged dog
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Rain Rain Rain

    What if we had no rain? Can you imagine how our lives would change? This song does. Now we can celebrate the wonderful water from the sky that brings us electricity and even ICE CREAM!

    Rain Rain Rain
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    Some people really hate the rain
    All they do is complain
    About the ugly stinkin’ weather
    But It might get pretty serious
    If the rain didn’t rain on us
    Could we keep it together?
    
    Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain
    Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain
    
    There’d be no sleet or snow
    to help the big fat wheat to grow
    to make the donuts with the sparkly tops
    There’d be no meat or fish to bake
    No apple pie or chocolate cake
    You’d gladly eat a couple carrot tops
    
    You wouldn’t have any fun
    Cause there wouldn’t be anyone to play with
    Not even that kid who lives down the block
    There’d be absolutely nothing to eat
    except a little cream of wheat
    And I think I’d rather eat a dirty sock
    
    CHORUS
    
    There wouldn’t be any post man or fireman
    Or any kind of animal with a nose or a snoot
    The mail wouldn’t ever come
    Your house just might burn down
    Including all your favorite loot
    
    Without the rain you’d be really thirsty,
    really, really angry
    When you’d find out there’s no ice cream.
    Your eyes would probably get so dry,
    You couldn’t even cry
    You’d say “Gosh, I wish that I could scream.”
    
    CHORUS
    
    No snow cones or cellular phones
    or piccolos or bass trombones
    to make the music in the park
    The rivers would all run dry
    and you would probably wonder why
    you were standing in the dark
    
    It’s that hydroelectric power that failed
    that makes those turbines wail
    That keeps all that electricity goin’
    So when it’s time for your “show and tell”
    You’ll be doin’ well
    When it’s a couple of rain drops that you’re showin’
    
    CHORUS
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Tape

    Winner of the Children’s Music Web Award – Best Pre-School Song. Written with my nieces, nephews and Jeff Dayton (of The Glen Campbell Group), this song talks about the importance of good old tape except in matters of fishing and cheerios.

    Tape
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer/Jeff Dayton/Perretta Family)
    
    Tape doesn’t make the flowers grow
    Tape doesn’t even say hello
    Tape, it’s really good at stickin’ around
    Tape’ll fix a boo boo on your face
    Tapes been all the way to outer space
    Nothing takes the place of good old tape
    
    Tape doesn’t taste like chocolate milk
    Or sound like “Cha-goochie-goochie-goochie-bilk”
    Tape it’s the greatest thing since bread
    Tape sticks to everything
    Like peanut butter and chicken wings
    But thank goodness that you’ve got some good old tape
    
    I got a piece of tape stuck to my nose
    It wrapped around my eyes around my ears and even my toes
    I fell into the closet, it stuck to my clothes,
    My mom called me up for breakfast now it’s all over my cheerio’s
    
    Tape wrapped around my baseball bat
    I even taped the tail of an alley cat
    I don’t think he liked my tape one bit
    I haven’t used tape for fishing yet
    You can’t catch a fish when you’re tape’s all wet
    So I’ll draw a fish and tape it on the fridge
    Tape it’s the greatest thing since bread
    Nothing takes the place of good old tape
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Where's the Turkey?

    Meet ‘Harold the Talking Turkey’, ‘Jerry McGerry, the Radio DJ’, and a gaggle of other characters. A story song about a hunter looking to bag a turkey for Thanksgiving and ending up with a carton of Tofu and an annoying pet.

    Where’s the Turkey?
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    Honey? Yes Dear.
    You gonna get us a good turkey? Yes Dear.
    You got your slingshot? Yes Dear.
    You got your turbo-blaster water gun? Yes Dear.
    Did you remember your vintage bottle rocket collection? Yes Dear.
    Well good luck cause we need a turkey this year. Yes Dear.
    
    Where’s the Turkey?
    Where’s the Turkey?
    Where’s the Turkey?
    We need turkey ‘cause it’s yummy in our tummy today!
    
    Well I loaded up my F150 and drove out to the country on a mission.
    Camouflaged, heavily armed trust me bud I ain’t goin’ fishin’
    I took my cigarettes (Politically incorrect)
    Uh my chewing gum, (Bad for your teeth)
    Make that beef jerky (Carcinogens)
    I took my glacial bottled water (I support you in that decision)
    Found me a spot and set my mind on the feast
    I felt a tap on my shoulder, turned around
    And that’s when I saw the beast
    
    Chorus
    
    Are you looking for me? Well I...
    May I have one last call, because I am sick and tired of you hunters messing with my groove? Huh?
    Your cell phone, we don’t carry them you know. What?
    Woe little buddy, what ya doin’ there, callin’ Guam?
    
    Hello and welcome to WAMMO Radio, that’s W-A-M-M-O,
    With your host Jerry McGerry.
    Today’s topic is turkey basting.
    Let’s take our first caller Harold, from an undisclosed location.
    Hello Harold, what’s on your mind?
    May I make a suggestion as an alternative to turkey?
    What do you got there buddy?
    Tofu!
    The key word here at WAMMO is flavor, as in “good”, not as in “flavorless”.
    What about ham? That would be for our Easter show. We need to move on here...
    Gefilte Fish? Gefilte Fish? “Treasures of Eastern Europe” is tomorrow’s topic.
    Next caller please...
    
    CHORUS
    
    Some things in life are... well they’re mighty hard to explain
    But it happened to me that day, well go ahead, call me featherbrain
    I got to sippin’ that glacial bottled water
    and started feeling at peace with all living things
    Loaded up my slingshot, my turbo-blaster water gun, well I left those vintage bottle rockets; they were moldy anyway, got back in the truck.
    Drove by the natural food mart and turned out we were in luck,
    
    Is that you dear, did you get a nice turkey?
    Yes I did, meet our new pet.
    Hello misses Farthington, my name is Harold and
    There was a sale on Tofu at the health market.
    Tofu?
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Schmoopie

    A term of endearment for the cute and unexpected in our life, even when “your hair looks bad, your teeth are green and you’re raving mad…”

    Schmoopie
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    Schmoopie is the word I use when I want to say I love you
    SCHMOOPIE! SCHMOOPIE!
    Schmoopie means my pride and joy it means I want to hug you
    SCHMOOPIE! SCHMOOPIE!
    It’s nothing like pickle juice or onion skins or mayonnaise
    
    If it’s cuter than a daffodil or sweeter than a peanut
    SCHMOOPIE! SCHMOOPIE!
    If it’s smaller than an Antelope and bigger than a teacup
    SCHMOOPIE! SCHMOOPIE!
    Some days it’s a fingernail, a muddy foot, a wagging tail
    Schmoopie is the word I use when I want to say I love you
    
    If you’re walking in the grass and find a little gift that’s left behind
    SCHMOOPIE! SCHMOOPIE!
    Just wash it off and walk right out into the world it’s not your fault!
    SCHMOOPIE! SCHMOOPIE!
    It’s something like an attitude of irreverence and gratitude
    
    When your pizza’s cold, your tush is hot,
    Your breath smells bad and you fart a lot
    SCHMOOPIE! SCHMOOPIE!
    If your eyes are red, your hair looks bad,
    Your teeth are green and you’re raving mad
    SCHMOOPIE! SCHMOOPIE!
    Maybe it’s pickle juice and onionskins and mayonnaise
    
    Schmoopie is the word I use when I want to say I love you
    SCHMOOPIE SCHMOOPIE
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • There's Nothing Like a Dog

    Okay, I admit it; I’m a dog guy! In comparing a dog to a moose, a cow, and a goose, we find that indeed there is nothing like a dog. This song helps answer important questions like, “Why are my toes so tasty to a dog?”

    There’s Nothing Like a Dog
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    Whether his name is Rover or scooter
    Or skimpy or smiley or Pete
    Taking my dog around the block is
    Is a super colossal treat
    He’s a treasure to me
    A great ball of fur
    A “please don’t get rid of me” package I’m sure
    I even love his slobbering tongue
    It’s a major detoxification agent for scum
    
    There’s nothing like a dog
    Nothing like a dog
    For running in the park
    Or just laying around the house
    But you’d better not expect him
    To catch a sneaky mouse
    
    There’s nothing like a goose
    Or a French Canadian moose
    I appreciate their heritage
    I see them at the zoo
    But they never catch the sticks I throw
    It’s just not what they do
    
    If he’s sleeping or playing or eating
    He’s so happy that it’s me she’s greeting
    Even if he chews, on my favorite shoes
    I can understand that, it’s what some dogs’ll do
    
    Once upon a time I had a dog that liked my feet
    It licked between my toes, and nibbled with it’s teeth
    I don’t think he was trying to sneak an extra evening snack
    it was just his simple way of saying “please keep coming back”.
    
    There’s nothing like a cow
    But I can’t imagine how
    I’d fit that big fat cow up on my bed
    And snuggle beside him and rub his furry head.
    
    I’m so happy that I’ve got a rover
    To help me sit and think it over
    When my mind’s made up
    I’ll celebrate in style
    And scratch my Rover’s little hairy belly for a while
    
    If she’s sleeping or playing or eating
    She’s so happy that it’s me she’s meeting
    Even if she chews, on my favorite shoes
    I can understand that, it’s what some dogs’ll do
    
    There’s nothing like a dog
    Nothing like a dog
    For running in the park
    Or just laying around the house
    There’s nothing, nothing like a dog
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • I need A Badezimmer

    Have you ever had trouble finding the bathroom at the mall? I have. Especially in other countries! Learn how to ask for the bathroom in many languages.

    I Need A Badezimmer
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    Just the other day I was dining at the mall
    Sipping on a beverage big and tall
    Two tubs of popcorn and three smoothies
    That ought to last me through the movies
    
    I need a badezimmer
    You could call it a commode
    In French it’s Toilette
    How I need it so
    
    We searched for hours every place
    And finally concluded we were lost in space
    Ah there’s a security guard proud and true
    He asked me why my face was blue
    
    I need a badezimmer
    You could call it a commode
    In Spanish it’s Cuarto de baño
    How I need it now
    
    A half an hour later we were finally there
    I could barely walk up the three flights of stairs
    Quickly through the door cross the heavenly border
    The writing on the wall said; “OUT OF ORDER”
    
    I need a toilet
    Let’s get that straight
    In every language
    I just can’t wait
    I need a Badezimmer
    Please get me a commode
    In Japanese it’s Benjo
    How I need it so
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • I don't Understand

    How many times did we say this as a child, or hear this from children? There is so much to not understand, from why our dad’s throw us into the lake for swimming lessons to why our sisters drink pickle juice. We finally see “…it’s okay not to know, someday I’m going to get this, for now that’s the way it goes.”

    I Don’t Understand
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    My sister used to drink pickle juice straight out of the jar
    I don’t understand, She seemed to really like it
    Then she’d grab an onion and take a bite
    Just like it was an apple ripe
    I don’t understand, but then again, I never tried it
    
    You just don’t know what’s gonna happen
    Before the day is through
    It might make you happy it might make you blue
    
    On Saturdays we’d go to the lake
    My daddy knew I couldn’t swim
    So he’d throw me in, I don’t understand
    As I paddled on back my brothers yelled
    “Look out there’s a snake below”
    Huh? A snake? Man I’m gettin’ out of here
    
    Even when we know what happened
    And the whole day is through
    We can only guess if it’s good or bad,
    This much is true
    
    When the ice cream truck‘d come down the street
    My grandma would give me a nickel
    I never had the nerve to tell her it cost a dollar
    One day I walked into her room
    And she couldn’t remember my name
    Only yesterday, she was readin’ me a book
    
    No matter what we do today the sun is gonna shine
    Even when it’s rainin’ it’s up there all of the time
    
    Later that night I was laughin’ so hard
    My daddy sent me out of the room
    I don’t understand, I don’t understand,
    The very next morning I was out in the yard
    My sister gave me her pickle juice jar
    Now that I could understand
    
    Then it hit me, I realized it’s okay not to know
    Some day I’m going to get this
    For now that’s the way it goes
    
    “You tell ‘em, Roy, I know exactly what you mean!”
    I don’t understand
    
    © 2002 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

• Let There Be Fun
  • I'm So Happy

    Abraham Lincoln said, "Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be." This song highlights the wonderful choice we have each day, to be or not to be Happy!

    I’m So Happy
    
    (Jim Mayer / Mac McAnally)
    
    Sammy: Man, I am doing fantastic!
    Martin: Yeah, that's great...w..why?
    Sammy: What do you mean why? I'm just doing fantastic, man!
    
    I just decided today I’m so happy...
    
    Martin: When did you decide to be doing fantastic?
    Sammy: What do you mean, 'when did I decide to be doing fantastic?' I'm just doing fantastic!
    
    I’m not worried ‘bout my cocoa puffs
    They’re crunchin’ right on time
    Sammy: That's what I'm sayin' man!
    I’m not worried ‘bout the clothes I wear
    I know my light will shine
    Sammy: Let it shine!
    
    I’m not thinkin’ ‘bout what people think
    Let them make a fuss
    Sammy: Don't mess with my brotha!
    I’m not worried ‘bout the weather either
    The weather will do what it does
    Sammy: It's all good!
    
    You may wonder, “Is this confusion?”
    How could I feel this way?
    I promise, it’s not an illusion
    I just decided today
    
    I’m so happy
    So happy, I, I’m so happy, yes I am
    So happy
    I’m so happy
    So happy, I, I’m so happy, that's right
    
    Some people seem so super mean
    But that’s not who they are
    Sammy: Say what?
    They’re temporarily out of whack
    Like a broken car
    Sammy: I get it!
    So say “I’m sorry, thank you and please”
    These are magic words
    Sammy: Do I have to?
    When you’re livin’ in the funny farm
    Speak the language of the loony birds
    
    I smile in every situation
    Can it really be the way I feel?
    Is it only my imagination?
    Just like you it’s real
    
    So happy, I, I’m so happy, yes I am
    So happy, that's right
    Sammy: I can't contain myself!
    I’m so happy
    So happy, I, I’m so happy
    Sammy: Sing it brotha...yeah!
    
    I'm so happy
    So happy, I, I’m so happy, ya I'm free
    So happy
    I'm so happy
    So happy, I, I'm so happy
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Peanut butter and Jelly

    When I was a child my dad used to come into the kitchen late in the afternoon and make himself a big peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Now for some reason, right around 4:00 pm every day, I crave a peanut butter sandwich!

    Peanut butter and Jelly
    
    (Words and Music by Jim Mayer)
    
    Peanut Butter
    Martin: I'm really hungry
    Peanut Butter and Jelly
    Sammy: Me too, man, I think it's time to eat!
    
    Peanut butter, peanut butter and jelly
    Peanut butter, peanut butter and jelly
    
    If I were a secret agent
    With a secret plan
    And I needed a super hero
    Can you guess who would be my man?
    You can find him at the grocery store
    In aisle two
    Sammy: Are you sure about that?
    That dude is smooth and chunky
    Are you catchin’ the groove?
    Come on, let’s move...
    
    Peanut butter, peanut butter and jelly, alright
    Peanut butter, peanut butter and jelly
    
    Some people like a fancy dish
    And that gourmet food
    But I’ve got to testify
    I don’t mean to be rude
    Sammy: Go on and say it man, yeah!
    You can take your escargot and your banana flambé
    But don’t take my peanut butter
    No, don’t take it away, alright
    I got to say
    
    Peanut butter, peanut butter and jelly
    Peanut butter, peanut butter and jelly
    
    I could use my secret weapon
    To make world peace
    We could fly in a big old plane
    Right across the sea
    We’d drop a pile of peanut butter and some jelly too
    They could add a little bit of bread
    It’s the least they can do, alright
    What about you?
    
    Peanut butter peanut butter and jelly
    Peanut butter peanut butter and jelly
    Peanut butter peanut butter and jelly
    Peanut butter peanut butter and jelly
    
    Martin: Hey Sammy, would you like to meet my Cousin Vic?
    Sammy: Yeah brotha, bring him on man! Cousin Vic, how are ya doin' brotha?
    Cousin Vic: W...w...wow! Hey! It's so cool to meet you!
    Martin: Would you like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Cousin Vic?
    Cousin Vic: Hey! M..my..my mom used to tell me “Cousin Vic, Cousin Vic, Cousin Vic! If you want peanut butter and jelly, just make sure you've got just a little bit of jelly, 'cause it's got lots of sugar!”
    Martin: My mother said the same thing, and I believe she's correct.
    Sammy: Yeah, but you can have a lot of peanut butter, if that's what you want man!
    Martin: Would you like strawberry jam, or grape jelly, Victor?
    Cousin Vic: Well, as long as it doesn't have too much sugar, my mom says I can eat whatever I want.
    Martin: OK, we might even cut up some fresh strawberries and put them on....
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Let There Be Fun

    Let there be fun in all our days and all our ways. I wrote the title cut with my brother, Peter, and both of us sang the exact same part so it sounds like one voice! (That's what the Beatles used to do and if it's good enough for the Beatles, then it's good enough for Uncle Jim!)

    Let There Be Fun
    
    (Jim Mayer / Peter Mayer)
    
    Why do we have sky
    Over our head
    Get out of bed
    the sun will shine
    
    Why do we have friends?
    Can’t wait to see
    Like you and me
    Just say when
    
    Let there be fun (fun, fun, fun, fun)
    Let there be fun (fun, fun, fun, fun)
    Let there be fun (fun, fun, fun, fun)
    Let there be
    Fun fun fun fun fun fun fun all day
    
    Why do we have trees?
    To leave the ground
    Hang upside down
    Catch the breeze
    
    Why do we ask why?
    It’s like hide and seek
    If I find you
    Will you find me?
    
    Let there be fun (fun, fun, fun, fun)
    Let there be fun (fun, fun, fun, fun)
    Let there be fun (fun, fun, fun, fun)
    Let there be
    Fun fun fun fun fun fun fun all day
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Mumblin' Nation

    This song shows how to make music with sounds. If you can sing a song without real words, just think how many songs you can create with just a couple words. Feel free to mumble along with Martin, one of the main characters on this CD.

    Mumblin' Nation
    
    (Jim Mayer)
    
    Sammy: Break it down!
    
    Uncle Jim: Who else would like to sing a song? You, riding in the car, and all of you listening - do you want to sing along?
    Martin: I would very much like to sing a song please.
    Uncle Jim: Hello Martin! Let's find something we can all sing together.
    Martin: But I don't know any songs.
    Sammy: Come on man, all you've got to do is mumble!
    Uncle Jim: You're right Sammy!
    Martin: But I don't know how to mumble!
    Sammy: Everybody knows how to mumble, man! I'm gonna give you a count!
    Uncle Jim: OK everybody, here we go!
    Sammy: One...Two...
    Uncle Jim: You can do it!
    Martin: I don't know!
    Sammy: One...
    Uncle Jim: Get ready!
    Sammy: Two..Mumble!
    
    Martin: [mumbling]
    
    Uncle Jim: Are you mumbling? Mumble along with Martin!
    Martin: I'm mumbling now!
    
    Martin: I'm the mumblin' man
    Sammy: We're the mumblin' nation!
    Martin: I mumble all day!
    Sammy: It's a celebration!
    Martin: As best as I can
    Sammy: At the mumblin' station.
    Martin: I'm the mumblin' man
    Sammy: We're the mumblin' nation!
    
    Martin: I would very much like to play guitar please.
    Sammy: Go ahead brotha, yeah!
    
    [guitar solo]
    
    Sammy: Air guitar for days man!
    Uncle Jim: Whoa!
    
    He's the mumblin' man
    Martin: I'm the mumblin' man!
    He mumbles all day!
    Martin: I mumble all day
    As best as he can
    Martin: As best as I can!
    He's the mumblin' man
    Martin: I'm the mumblin' man!
    Sammy: Everybody!
    
    He's the mumblin' man
    [mumbling]
    Sammy: We're the mumblin' nation!
    He mumbles all day
    Sammy: It's a celebration!
    As best as he can
    Sammy: I'll meet you at the station!
    He's the mumblin' man
    Sammy: We're the mumblin' nation! Yeah!
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Hula Hoopin’ World

    While in Hawaii, I heard some wonderful Polynesian music. This inspired a song featuring Jake Shimabukuro on ukulele. (Jake pronounces it "oo-ku-lay-lee"). While pondering a pineapple it occurred to me that the planets are spinning around the sun, like a hula hoop, and the stars are spinning too. It appears, that we're living in a Hula Hoopin' World.

    Hula Hoopin’ World
    
    (Jim Mayer / Mac McAnally)
    
    Martin: I would very much like to go to Hawaii please.
    Sammy: Do you know how many hours it takes to get to Hawaii?
    Martin: Not if you're already there...
    
    One fine day many years ago
    Things were movin’ mighty slow
    They started to turn around and around
    Can you hear the sound?
    
    Spinnin’ all day boys and girls
    It’s a hula hoopin’ hula kind of world
    Spinnin’ all day watch it twirl
    It’s a hula hoopin’ hula kind of world, oh yeah
    A hula hoopin’ hula kind of world, yes it is
    
    The water started flowin’ and the grass started growin’
    And the trees they got so mighty green
    The animals sang “Won’t you take a chance?”
    Come on and join the dance
    
    Spinnin’ all day boys and girls
    It’s a Hula Hoopin’ Hula kind of world
    Spinnin’ all day can you twirl?
    With the hula hoopin’ hula kind of world, oh yeah
    The hula hoopin’ hula kind of world
    
    Let's hear from my good friend, Jake.
    [instrumental]
    
    Once you start it’s so much fun
    Spinnin’ everything under the sun
    You can dream a dream and make it true
    Now what are you gonna do?
    
    Spinnin’ all day boys and girls
    It’s a hula hoopin’ hula kind of world
    Spinnin’ all day watch it twirl
    It’s a hula hoopin’ hula kind of world, oh yeah
    A hula hoopin’ hula kind of world
    
    It's a hula hoopin' hula kind of world, oh yeah
    A hula hoopin' hula kind of world, yes it is
    Keep spinnin'
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • I’m Mad (‘Cause I Wanna Be)

    This song deals with anger and how sometimes we need a little help seeing things from a new perspective. We always have a choice about what we want to feel and how we handle our feelings. Sometimes it's perfectly fine to feel mad.

    I’m Mad (‘Cause I Wanna Be)
    
    (Jim Mayer / Mac McAnally)
    
    Martin: I am so mad!
    Sammy: Yeah, let's go down to Louisiana!
    Martin: What does Louisiana have to do with me being mad?
    Sammy: They know how to party down there with Cajun and Zydeco music! If you're mad, you might as well dance about it!
    Martin: But you don't understand.
    Sammy: Come on man! Let's boogie...yeah!
    
    I could talk all day but no one would understand
    Martin: That's what I'm saying.
    I could do my best but that is not my plan
    Don’t even try to figure it out
    You know what it’s all about
    Sammy: What?
    Oh yes you do!
    Sammy: I do? What are you talkin' about man?
    Martin: You'll see!
    
    I'm mad 'cause I want to be
    Mad 'cause I want to be mad
    Sammy: This can change your mind!
    I'm mad 'cause I want to be
    Mad 'cause I want to be mad
    Martin: Never!
    I don't know what to say to you…
    …think I am just a fool
    Because I'm mad
    Martin: Please stop having fun!
    Just because I'm mad
    Sammy: Yeah!
    
    I will glare at you even if it takes all day
    Sammy: Woah, you look mean!
    I will hold my breath and make you go away
    Martin: Are you going to turn blue?
    I will not smile for tricks or cash
    Until we both feel like a pile of trash
    Sammy: How can I feel like trash, when I'm dancing?
    
    I'm mad 'cause I want to be
    Sammy: Woo hoo!
    Mad 'cause I want to be mad
    Sammy: Yeah!
    Martin: Please stop having fun!
    I'm mad 'cause I want to be
    Sammy: Yeah!
    Mad 'cause I want to be mad
    I don't know what to say to you…
    Sammy: Yippee!
    …think I am just a fool
    Sammy: Dance like a fool! Yeah!
    Because I'm mad
    Just because I'm mad
    Martin: I will now express my anger appropriately with a guitar solo.
    
    [guitar solo]
    
    Sammy: Yeah!
    You ask me would I like a piece of Pie?
    Do you think it’s fun to make such fun of I?
    I will not take your tasty bribe
    But leave it in the kitchen until I decide
    Sammy: It'll be right next to the chocolate milk!
    
    I'm mad 'cause I want to be
    Sammy: Woo hoo! Yippee!
    Mad 'cause I want to be mad
    Martin: Ooh! This is kinda fun!
    I'm mad 'cause I want to be
    Sammy: Yeah!
    Mad 'cause I want to be mad
    I don't know what to say to you…
    ...think I am just a fool
    Because I'm mad
    Martin: I'm kind of enjoying the rhythm of the band.
    Just because I'm mad
    Martin: It's fun to dance when you're mad.
    
    I don't know what to say to you…
    Sammy: Yahoo!
    ...think I am just a fool
    Because I'm mad
    Sammy: Yeah!
    Just because I'm mad
    Sammy: Alright!
    Yes, I'm so mad, mad
    Sammy: Yeah!
    Mad, yeah, yeah
    
    Sammy: Hey Martin, what were you so mad about anyway?
    Martin: I forgot.
    Sammy: Well, if you think of it, let me know!
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Boom Boom Boom

    This is a motivational song about joining the team and getting in the game, whether or not you're a great athlete.

    BOOM BOOM BOOM
    
    (Jim Mayer / Mac McAnally)
    
    Tina: Boom boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom boom
    Martin: Do you hear that sound?
    Sammy: Man, I don't hear anything!
    Nadirah: Boom, boom, boom boom boom
    Martin: I must be in a sporting event, right now!
    Sammy: What are you talkin' about man? You can't even run!
    Martin: Oh yeah? Watch me!
    
    What’s that sound poundin’ in my head?
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    Big drum beatin’ this is what it said
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    
    I said eenie meenie minie moe
    Now stop your whinin’ we got to go
    
    I want a boom baby boom baby
    Boom boom boom
    Give me a boom boom boom
    Till the work is done
    I want a boom baby boom baby
    Boom boom boom
    Give me a boom boom boom
    Till we’re number one
    
    Keep on marchin’ to the beat
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    You can feel the rhythm you can take the heat
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    
    I said eenie meenie minie moe
    Now stop your whinin’ we got to go
    
    I want a boom baby boom baby
    Boom boom boom
    Give me a boom boom boom
    Till the work is done
    I want a boom baby boom baby
    Boom boom boom
    Give me a boom boom boom
    Till we’re number one
    
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    
    Don’t look back keep pushin’ on
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    Till the trouble’s going, going, gone
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    
    I said eenie meenie minie moe
    Now stop your whinin’ we got to go
    
    I want a boom baby boom baby
    Boom boom boom
    Give me a boom boom boom
    Till the work is done
    I want a boom baby boom baby
    Boom boom boom
    Give me a boom boom boom
    Till we’re number one
    
    I want a boom baby boom baby
    Boom boom boom
    Give me a boom boom boom
    Till the work is done
    I want a boom baby boom baby
    Boom boom boom
    Give me a boom boom boom
    Till we’re number one
    
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    Boom, boom, boom
    Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
    Boom, boom, boom
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • I’ve Got a Butt

    No need to be ashamed about any of our body parts because our bodies are FANTABULOUS! My mom says we need to be careful about how we use this word in public. It's fun to sing this song but if you don't know the person next to you really well, you may want to sing another one out loud.

    I’ve Got a Butt
    
    (Jim Mayer)
    
    [phone ringing]
    Uncle Jim's Mom: Hello?
    Uncle Jim: Hi Mom, it's Uncle Jim!
    Mom: Hi Uncle Jim, what's up?
    Uncle Jim: Well Mom, I wanted to run something by you.
    Mom: Yes?
    Uncle Jim: I've got a new song, called "I've Got A Butt."
    Mom: Oh, my goodness!
    Uncle Jim: I wanted to be sure you were cool with that, 'cause, well, I do have a butt!
    Mom: I know, I used to change your funky diaper.
    Uncle Jim: That's what I'm sayin'! And Mom, you know, George Washington had a butt.
    Mom: Well, and if I remember correctly, I think Abraham Lincoln did too. But you know Uncle Jim, we need to be careful about how we use that word in public.
    Uncle Jim: Ohhh! OK Mom, I'll be careful!
    Mom: Well, good luck, and keep it positive Uncle Jim!
    Uncle Jim: Alright Mom!
    
    The body is fantabulous, wonderfully made (made)
    Elegant and funny in just about every shade (shade)
    No need to get embarrassed about any part (part)
    Stand tall and proud and sing along it’ll fill up your heart (heart)
    
    I’ve got a butt
    And you’ve got a butt
    We all got a butt
    Our very own butt
    
    Even the birds up in the sky
    Now how do they fly?
    They have got a butt (It’s a tail!)
    An itty bitty butt (They're feathers!)
    A teeny weeny butt (Uncle Jim!)
    I think it’s a butt! (Come on!)
    
    There’s got to be a reason we are the way we are (are)
    Wouldn’t it be treason, to not have a butt! How bizarre!
    How would we ride a bike or swing on a swing? (swing)
    No matter what you call it, it makes me want to sing! (sing)
    
    I’ve got a butt (yes, you do now)
    And you’ve got a butt (yes, you do, yes you do now)
    We all got a butt (yes, you do now)
    Our very own butt (yes, you do)
    
    Even the birds up in the sky
    Now how do they fly? (Here birdie, birdie)
    They’ve got a butt (It’s a bird man!)
    An itty bitty butt (We're talkin' feathers!)
    A teeny weeny butt (Uncle Jim!)
    A super tiny butt! (Come on!)
    
    Mom: Oh hey, why don't you call it a Gluteus Maximus?
    Uncle Jim: A what?
    Mom: A Gluteus Maximus. That's what the butt muscles are called. You've got the Gluteus Maximus, Medius, Minimus, and the Sacroiliac. Those are all scientific words for what we call the butt.
    Uncle Jim: That is so cool!
    
    Check it out:
    Gluteus Maximus (Gluteus Maximus)
    Gluteus Medius (Gluteus Medius)
    Gluteus Minimus (Gluteus Minimus)
    Sacroiliac (Sacroiliac)
    I believe we're ready.
    
    The body is fantabulous, wonderfully made (made)
    Have you ever noticed it cost less than lemonade? (lemonade)
    It’s time to celebrate; we don’t pay any rent (rent)
    We belong to the human race and it didn’t cost a cent
    
    I’ve got a Gluteus Maximus
    And you’ve got a Gluteus Medius
    We all got a Gluteus Minimus
    Our very own Sacroiliac
    
    Even the birds up in the sky
    How do they fly? (Here birdie, birdie)
    They’ve got a butt (That's not a butt!)
    A micro butt (It's a tail!)
    A nano butt (An eagle has a butt?)
    An airborne butt! (You're freakin' me out!)
    
    Yes, I’ve got a butt (yes, you do now)
    And you’ve got a butt (yes, you do, yes you do now)
    We all got a butt (yes, you do now)
    Our very own butt-i-ut (yes, you do, yes you do now)
    
    Yes, I've got a butt-tu-tut (Gluteus Maximus)
    And you've got a butt-i-ut (Gluteus Medius)
    
    Yes, we've all got a bu-rr-rr-ut (Gluteus Minimus)
    Our very own butt, butt (Sacroiliac)
    
    Yes, I've got a butt!
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • I’m 4 U

    A team spirit songs for classes, best friends and sports teams. This song deals with principles of honesty, conflict resolution, commitment, and perseverance.

    I’m 4 U
    
    (Jim Mayer)
    
    Martin: You are my best friend.
    Sammy: Yeah man, whatever!
    Martin: No, I really mean it...you and I, we're like buddies, we're best friends.
    Sammy: Man, are you gettin' mushy on me or something?
    Martin: No, I'm just sayin', you know...
    Sammy: Yeah, ok. Cool!
    
    Alright...
    
    You are my friend
    We don’t pretend
    That’s such a waste of time
    
    We tell the truth
    If it’s red or blue
    It’s not a crime
    
    Every time we play
    Every single day
    I tell you true
    I’m 4 U
    
    Every time we fall
    And we lose the call
    It just takes two
    I’m 4 U
    
    We fly so free
    Sometimes disagree
    Look me in the eye
    
    We will hang tough
    We’ve got the stuff
    And you know why
    
    Every time we play
    Every single day
    I tell you true
    I’m 4 U
    
    Every time we fall
    If we lose it all
    It just takes two
    I’m 4 U
    
    REFRAIN: doo doo...
    
    Under attack
    I’ve got your back
    We’re not goin’ down
    
    We play this game
    Into the flame
    We’ll make a sound
    
    Every time we play
    Every single day
    I tell you true
    I’m 4 U
    
    Every time we fall
    And we lose the call
    It just takes two
    I’m 4 U
    
    If we’re down and out
    What’s it all about?
    You know it’s true
    I’m 4 U
    
    We are standing tall
    We are one for all
    What’s the call?
    I’m 4 U
    
    REFRAIN: doo doo...
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Recess

    An anti-bullying message set on the playground with a hard rock edge. It talks about how one student dealt with a tough situation by being themselves and having fun.

    RECESS
    
    (Jim Mayer)
    
    Martin: Where are we going now?
    Sammy: We're going to rock out at a rock concert!
    Martin: Oh! I cannot wait!
    
    Alright
    
    The playground keeps on bringin’ me down
    'Cause the same old bullies are hangin’ around
    But look again there’s a teacher that don’t like me
    It’s just a day but it feels like eternity
    
    Recess should be nothin’ but fun
    I just want to play, am I the only one now?
    Recess should be nothing but fun
    And I
    Want to fly
    Away
    
    Martin: Hey Sammy, were you ever a bully?
    Sammy: No way man!
    Martin: Well, I’m just asking.
    
    What if I was a movie star
    And drove around in a great big car
    What would they do - would they look up to me?
    But that’s not who I want to be
    
    Recess should be nothin’ but fun
    You know I’ve got to play, am I the only one?
    Recess should be nothing but fun
    And I
    Want to fly
    Away
    
    [Instrumental]
    
    I will swing on a swing and slide on a slide
    I will run I will play but I will not hide
    Yes I will look them straight in the eye…
    …I am free as a bird
    And I’m gonna fly
    
    Recess should be nothin’ but fun
    You know I’ve got to play, am I the only one?
    Recess should be nothin’ but fun,
    And I
    Want to fly
    
    Recess should be nothin’ but fun
    You know I’ve got to play, I’m not the only one now
    Recess should be nothing but fun
    And I
    Want to fly
    Away
    
    Recess
    Recess is just for fun, yeah
    
    Martin: Excuse me, Uncle Jim? I would very much like to play in the band.
    Sammy: Man, we are at a rock concert, what are you talkin' about? Do you even play an instrument?
    Martin: I can do math.
    Sammy: You can do math? How are you gonna play in a band, when you're doing math?
    Martin: 2 + 2 is...
    Sammy: That does not work brotha!
    Martin: You're right, it really doesn't.
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Everybody Needs a Chair

    Just imagine where we'd be with no chairs - probably on the floor a lot. Do you know what a Bossa Nova is? Listen to this song and find out. Everybody needs a chair and everybody needs to Bossa Nova too!

    Everybody Needs a Chair
    
    (Jim Mayer)
    
    Martin: Do you know what a Bossa nova is?
    Sammy: Yeah! Is that some kind of burrito?
    Martin: No, it's a kind of music...from Brazil.
    
    Everybody needs a chair
    I don’t care where you are
    Even in Zanzibar
    You’ve got to have a chair
    
    Everybody needs a horse
    Of course I’m crazy
    Even if you’re lazy
    You don’t have to have a horse
    
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    I love you baby, yes I do (I love you baby, don’t ya know, yes I do)
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    Boop di boop di boop
    
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    I love you baby, yes I do (I love you baby, don’t ya know, yes I do)
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    
    Martin: Hey Sammy, what kind of chair do you like?
    Sammy: Man, I like a rocking chair, cause it rocks!
    
    I started out in a high chair
    Mama had me hooked
    With her home cooked
    Delectable treats
    
    I graduated to a tricycle
    And then a bicycle
    Now I ride in a car
    And I’m still strapped to my seat
    
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    I love you baby, yes I do (I love you baby, don’t ya know, yes I do)
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    Boop di boop di boop
    
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    I love you baby, yes I do (I love you baby, don’t ya know, yes I do)
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    
    [instrumental]
    
    Martin: My favorite chair is a comfy chair, and I have a blue pillow I enjoy sitting with.
    Sammy: Yeah man, I hear you!
    
    Everybody needs a friend
    For the ups and downs
    You can hang around
    With your favorite friend
    
    And maybe sit in a chair
    Now check out your attitude
    Do you have some gratitude
    For your friend and your chair
    
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    I love you baby, yes I do (I love ya baby, don’t ya know, yes I do)
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    Boop di boop di boop
    
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    I love you baby, yes I do (I love ya baby, don’t ya know, yes I do)
    Chair, chair, chair, chair
    
    Martin: A park bench is a really cool chair.
    Sammy: Yeah, and you know what else? A bicycle is a chair that moves!
    Martin: Oh, I never thought of that.
    
    A high chair
    A rocking chair
    A sofa and
    A loveseat
    A swingset
    Anywhere you’ll be
    
    Martin: Everybody needs a chair!
    Sammy: Yeah!
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • Skunk in the Road

    I grew up in a large family with five sisters and two brothers. It seemed that on every long car trip there would be a mysterious stench. Have fun with Martin and Sammy and their bona-fide skunk alert.

    Skunk in the Road
    
    (Jim Mayer)
    
    Martin: Do you smell that?
    Sammy: Yeah man, what is that about?
    Martin: Well, I don't know, but it sure stinks.
    Sammy: Did you do somethin'?
    Martin: No, I did not. I thought you did!
    Sammy: Something just went from funky...to skunky! We've got a bona fide skunk alert man!
    
    Drivin’ out to Colorado
    I take my brotha’s wherever I go
    Sisters: What about the sisters?
    Come along!
    Halfway ‘cross Oklahoma
    We picked up a strange aroma
    
    Sammy: Is that the sewage plant we just passed?
    Martin: Whatever it is start driving fast!
    We're kicking it into overdrive
    Martin: Ooh! Keep going quicker!
    Can’t shake the stink tryin' to get out alive!
    
    Skunk in da road
    Brother: It’s a funky skunk
    Sammy: Pee u
    Skunk in da road
    Martin: What is that funky skunk?
    
    Skunk in da road
    Brother: It’s a funky skunk
    Sammy: Pee u
    Skunk in da road
    Cousin Vic: What is that funky skunk?
    
    Martin: Hey you guys, I have a confession to make.
    Sammy: A confession? What does this look like, church?
    Cousin Vic: It sure doesn’t SMELL like church!
    Martin: I have tuna fish on my feet.
    Sammy: Didn’t you bathe man?
    Martin: I thought I did.
    Sammy: Let me give you some instructions man!
    Martin: Bathing instructions, now I’ve heard everything!
    Sammy: That’s right, you’re about to hear everything.
    
    Sammy: First you got to scrub the toes
    (get funky)
    Brother: And that’ll benefit the nose
    (no more skunky)
    Sammy: You got to get the whole foot too
    Martin: I know that!
    Sammy: That’s a particular problem for you
    Martin: Really?
    Sammy: Ya!
    
    Sammy: Up the legs and around the hips
    Martin: Ooh! That kind of tickles!
    (get funky)
    Cousin Vic: All over the arms and under the pits!
    (no more skunky)
    Sammy: Behind the ears now we’re almost done
    Martin: I'm all sparkly clean!
    Cousin Vic: Hey! You forgot about the buns!
    
    Skunk in da road
    Brother: It’s a funky skunk
    Sammy: Pee u
    Skunk in da road
    Brother: What is that funky skunk?
    
    Skunk in da road
    Brother: It’s a funky skunk
    Brother: Pee u
    Skunk in da road
    Cousin Vic: What is that funky skunk?
    
    Take it girls!
    Sisters:
    It's a, it's a, it's a funky
    It's a, it's a...skunk
    It's a, it's a, it's a funky skunk
    
    It's a, it's a, it's a funky
    It's a, it's a...skunk
    It's a, it's a, it's a funky skunk
    
    Sammy: I hate to say it man, but I smell anotha'
    Martin: I do too. Cousin Vic, is that you?
    Cousin Vic: No way!
    Sammy: Maybe it's a chicken farm over the hill
    Brother: Is that Mt. Rushmore or a landfill?
    Martin: Are we there yet?
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • It’s Good to have a Body

    Isn't it great to have a body? Be proud of your body. We come in every shape and size. This song is about appreciating our uniqueness and urges us to keep our bodies moving.

    It’s Good to have a Body
    
    (Jim Mayer)
    
    Martin: It's good to have a body.
    Sammy: Well, yeah, of course it's good to have a body man! What are you talkin' about?
    Martin: I'm just sayin'...
    
    It’s good to have a body that’s all mine
    I like being in my body all the time
    It’s good to have a body, night and day
    I just hope my body don’t run away
    
    Now how’s your body, is it fun?
    Don’t compare yourself to anyone
    'Cause every body is unique
    Just be glad you don’t have feathers and a beak
    
    It’s good to have a body that’s the truth
    I’m glad my body’s not in the shape of a phone booth
    Is your body looking nice?
    Now be honest did you have to think twice?
    
    Sammy: Dig your toes, check out the feet!
    Martin: Come on knees, you can take the heat!
    Look out neck, here it comes
    Sammy: Follow those fingers around the sun!
    What about the shoulders? Don’t forget us
    Martin: We might just leave on the bus!
    Sammy: And those elbows, they’re cool too!
    Martin: You never know what your elbows are gonna do!
    
    [instrumental]
    
    Good, good, good to have a body
    Good, good, good to have a body
    
    It’s good to have a body
    We get to eat
    We don’t have to taste our food with our feet
    It’s good to have a body
    Don't you know
    How would we eat our mashed potatoes with our toes?
    
    It’s good to have a body, but that’s not me
    Someday from my body I’ll be free
    I know my great-granddaddy’s here, even though he’s not
    But I don’t want the body he’s not... got
    Sorry Granddad.
    
    Do you like your body?
    Well I hope you do
    Every day
    Your body’s brand new
    Now all those cells and bones
    They’re groovin’
    Just be sure you keep your body movin’
    
    Good, good, good to have a body
    Good, good, good to have a body
    Good, good, good to have a body
    Good, good, good to have a…
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

  • I Want to Know it All

    I asked several elementary school children to write down questions they wanted answers to. They replied, "Are there more boys than girls?" and "How come the earth just spins and doesn't roll and twirl?" Wouldn't it be fun to know it all? Let's get started.

    I Want to Know it All
    
    (Jim Mayer)
    
    Martin: I would very much like to go to the year 1955.
    Sammy: Yeah man, I hear you! There was a lot of cool music back then, man!
    Martin: Yeah...like jazz.
    
    Yes I want to know it all
    Every how and every why
    Every laugh and every cry
    Every star in the sky
    I want to know it all
    
    How come birdies get to fly?
    I’d like to give it a try
    I’d do my best
    Even though I’m too big for the nest
    I still want to know it all
    
    I remember
    When I didn’t really care
    I was completely satisfied
    With certainty and pride
    And the color of my hair
    
    Then one sunny afternoon
    Due to gravity and fate
    I didn’t feel so great
    When a rock landed on my head
    
    Now, I want to know it all
    How many cars are in the world?
    Are there more boys than girls?
    How come the earth just spins
    And doesn’t roll and twirl?
    
    [instrumental]
    
    Lazy summer days
    We'd lay in the sun
    I’d say “Try to tell a secret now, do your best
    You can’t, ’cause I know every one.”
    
    I want to know it all
    Especially if it’s true
    We don’t have to fabricate
    Because reality is great
    I want to know it all
    We don’t have to fabricate
    Because reality is great
    I want to know it all
    
    How come some people are so picky?
    And others so tricky
    How come my dog likes the sticky, drippy
    From my ice cream cone?
    
    © 2007 Cliffhanging Music (BMI)

Please click a song on the left to listen to it, see notes about the song, and read the lyrics.

Funky As A Diaper

Let There Be Fun