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The following lyrics are from the recording: Again! Again!
BABY QUINN Words & Music © 2002 by Laura Wetzler ASCAP/ Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com Welcome to baby Quinn We're happy to be in the world you're in A new year, apple honey sweet We hear you have your Grandma's feet. Curly red hair, eyes so blue Mommy and daddy are proud of you Though the rest of us seem far away We love you and think of you every day. 36 hours on the way Please don't rush me, it's my birthday! The northern lights The midnight sun So many good things yet to come Your Daddy plays mandolin, your Momma's lots of fun Welcome to the world, little one. 36 hours on the way I'm in no hurry- it's my birthday! The eagles call out, Happy Birthday, little girl They soar in the sky And they turn and they twirl All the big whales, sleek and fast Jump in the air to meet you at last. Hear the raven Hear the crow Sing your name wherever you go All the baby bears, soft with fur, Sing hello, hello! to her. Welcome to baby Quinn We're happy to be in the world you're in A new year, apple honey sweet We hear you have aunt Rebecca's feet. Welcome to baby Quinn We're happy to be in the world you're in A new year, apple honey sweet You'll dance, little girl, on your own two feet Come dance, my girl, on your own two feet. POOPA DOOPA DOO DOO Words & Music © 2006 by Laura Wetzler ASCAP/ Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com Eating helps your body grow Energy to go, go, go! Nothing to be shy about: Food goes in, and poop comes out. Poop a doopa doo doo Poop a doopa doo doo Poopa doo, doo, doo Apples, pears, peanut butter and jelly All mushed up inside your belly Yes, it's stinky, this we know Hold your nose and let it go. Flush the toilet every time Leave that potty looking fine Always wash your hands When you're done Then go out and have some fun. When you're on a camping trip Dig a hole and cover it. If you don't wipe like you should Then your bottom won't feel so good. When you eat too many beans Then the gas gets pretty mean. When you have your very own baby You'll be changing poopy diapers, And I don't mean maybe. How do you know? When to go? Cause your body tells you so. (2x) If you want to have a pet Better get used to dealing with it. Doggy, doggy doo doo (Scoop it up) Kitty, kitty litter (Scoop it up) Fishy, fishy foo foo foo Scatty waddy doo doo Scatty waddy doo doo Scatty waddy doo doo doo Mice make rice Rabbits make pellets But you ain't seen nothing Until you've seen an elephant's! THAT'S THE WEIRDEST STORY Words & Music © 2006 by Laura Wetzler ASCAP/ Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com Joy Yi Lu, yes, it's true She can climb a tree and touch the stars She swings the Big Dipper Jumps into the sip-per Slingshots the Milky Way And lands on Mars. That's the weirdest story I've ever heard But I kind of like it cause it's so absurd. Ni na, ni na, ni na, ni na, ni na na Ni na, ni na, ni na, ni na, ni na na (2x) Brandon likes to ride his bike He takes a dare And rides up in the air He spins like a plate 'til his parachute inflates He lands on a tent at the county fair. Bridget and Kyle jump a thousand miles In their brand new sneakers They can bounce so high They jump the Grand Canyon with great abandon Land in Hawaii with their feet still dry. Henry, Josh and Dave surf a giant wave They crash with a splash In the deep blue sea The three big kahunas Swim with the tunas Juggle with an octopus And drink kelp tea. Emily laughs as she climbs the mast Of a pirate ship made of potato chips! She swings out of the blue She ties up the crew And sails into port to buy the onion dip. Zoe toe-shoes in her snowshoes She loves ballet on the coldest day She leaps in her mu-mu, her parka, and her tutu Plié-s with the polar bears on Hudson Bay. HUCKLEBERRY Words & Music © 2006 by Laura Wetzler ASCAP/ Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com On a beautiful summer's day high in the Palisades Your mama kissed and cuddled you And brought you home to stay Not a cranberry, blueberry, strawberry, mulberry We love you Huckleberry! Not a raspberry, blackberry, bayberry, barberry We love you Huckleberry! Not an elderberry, dewberry, gooseberry, mooseberry We love you Huckleberry! Not Tom & Jerry, Halle Berry, John Kerry or Cadbury We Love you Huckleberry! On a beautiful summer's day high in the Palisades Your daddy kissed and cuddled you And brought you home to stay Have a whoop di doo, just for you, biddley bubbly birthday do We love you Huckleberry Singing silly songs, billy bongs. wicky wacky ding dongs We love you Huckleberry! Dancing Irish jigs, Hora gigs, Hip-Hop happy kids We love you Huckleberry! Playing Willy Wonka, toy tonka, horn honka, going bonkers! We love you Huckleberry! On a beautiful summer's day high in the Palisades Your sisters kissed and cuddled you And brought you home to stay If you're a cat lover, chat lover, gnat lover, bat lover We love you Huckleberry! If you're a rich man, a pitchman, a digging in a ditch man We love you Huckleberry! If you're a jock man, a rock man, a lock man, a stock man We love you Huckleberry! If you're a speed walker, fast talker, sales hawker, dog walker We love you Huckleberry! On a beautiful summer's day high in the Palisades We all kissed and cuddled you And brought you home to stay If you're a dancer, a prancer, a sweet romancer We love you Huckleberry! If you're the smartest artist, the purist jurist We love you Huckleberry! If you're a pepper shaker, ticket taker, home maker, bread baker We love you Huckleberry! If you're a noodle man, a strudel man, a cartoon doodle man We love you Huckleberry! You are a fine boy, a kind boy, a pure joy, (a little annoyed?) We love you Huckleberry! You're a big guy, open sky, give it a try kind of guy, We love you Huckleberry! Whatever you do, were with you, hoodlely doo, were your crew We love you Huckleberry! Wherever you go you should know We love you Huckleberry! MIRYAM CAPELLA Words © 1997, 2009 by Laura Wetzler ASCAP Music Traditional Arranged © 1997 Laura Wetzler ASCAP/ Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com Miryam, she lived long ago Just one thing she wanted so Girls could never go to school But Miryam, she was no one's fool. Pumpadapum, Miryam Capella Pumpadapum, Miryam was smart Pumpadapum, Miryam Capella She would do things from her heart. Her father was a learned teacher Boys would come from far and wide When they sat to study lessons Behind the door, Miryam would hide. Her mother helped her learn to read Miryam loved it and wanted more Her mother smiled and kissed her forehead "I also learned behind the door." Miryam, she was very angry I don't want to hide this way Her mother said, "Go for it, Miryam. You go out there, you make it change!" In those days parents picked your partner They worried life would be too tough You never knew who you'd get stuck with But there's more to life than money and stuff. See, Miryam loved a brilliant student She didn't care how much they earned They would start a school together Where every child could come and learn. FINE MISTY MORNING Words & Music © 2005 by Laura Wetzler ASCAP/ Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com It's a fine misty morning Rising from the waters The earth is warm The air is cool The sun comes up It's shining through A fine misty morning Chickadee-dee-dee is calling Sweet & wild, you feisty child Rise up, Misty Louise! Good morning, baby rainbow Get your colors on and Let's go! Misty light painted bright Reaching for the sky Dreaming on a fishpond She waves her magic wish wand Fishies jump Plop! Kerplunk! Laugh & swim away. She rises from the ocean Constantly in motion Dances round up & down Sailing on the breeze When Misty rides her seahorse The beach becomes a racecourse Across the dune She flies by noon Rising through the sky. Misty and the otters Dive into the waters Sardines skip Flounders flip When she swims this way She plays along the bay surf She rises from a glacier Circles high in the sky To catch the light of day. ALEXA Words and music © Laura Wetzler 2005 ASCAP/Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com Alexa connects ya To your happiest time, your silliest rhyme Alexa directs ya: C'mon, just have fun! (2X) What to do? What to do? What to do, do, do? What to do? What to do? What to do? What'll we do? What'll we do? What'll we do, do, do? What'll we do? What'll we do? What'll we do? Hey, we could really have some fun Look at us laughing when we run. Go outside when the weather is great Come inside on a rainy day date. We could go to the park, to the gym, to the zoo Then have a snack and a sippy cup too. Climb on the monkey bars Fly in the swings Run in a circle and flap our wings. We could make up a dance Crazy and free We could reach out, rock out, under the trees. Come back home where its warm and cozy Snuggle on the couch and wiggle our toes-ies. We could play in the water We could splash in the tub Water all over Rub a dub dub! We could wiggle in a towel Hang it on a hook. Toddle off to bed to read a book. We could swim like a fish We could play the tuba Let's take a dive Scuba duba duba We could strum a guitar Bow a cello Let's go jump in a bowl of jello. We could talk like a doggie, like bird, like a cat Ruff and tweet and meow like that Moo like a cow Buzz like a bee I'm so happy when you're with me! CITY GIRL (ANDIE) Words and Music © 2003 by Laura Wetzler ASCAP/ Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com Andie, Andie you're so fine Twinkle in your eye Dimple in your smile Andie, Andie, smart and kind You're our city girl Andie, Andie, what do you think? I love that giggle, pretty in pink Wiggle and jiggle and jump and blink Laughing city girl Andie Brooke, come and look The tugboats deliver the barge up river Sailboats glide with the tide And wave to our city girl Sparkling lights in the night Broadway shows, ballet toes So exciting, so inviting To our city girl Nona knit a sweater Cozy in the weather Mama's at home Daddy's on the phone To ask how you're doing? He'll be home soon To see his little girl Carnegie Hall Stands before us That's your grandma Singing in the chorus! This is your town You can be proud To be a city girl The world's your oyster A day at the cloisters Pretty paintings All just waiting Dinosaur museums (Wait till you see 'em!) Happy city girl RUBY Words and Music © 2005 by Laura Wetzler ASCAP/Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com Ruby, a friend is like a ruby A very precious ruby Friends sparkle and shine Won't you be mine? Ruby, a good friend is like a ruby Brings out the best in us, truly Makes us sparkle and shine (Makes you feel so fine) We love to sing up high We love to sing down low We love to sing all kinds of songs Where ever we go We make up a tune We open our mouths And then the song sings out, la la la We're playing in the grass We're rolling down a hill It really makes us laugh And when we've had our fill We race back up to the top and then We're rolling, rolling down again We're shaking like a leaf We're turning in the breeze We're floating to the ground Gently to our knees We skip and we fly When the wind blows by 'Til we tumble, tumble into a big pile. But once we had a fight We couldn't make it right So we tried again to talk it through, And then We both said, Sorry We both made mistakes That's what it takes to be a friend. WILLY NILLY (BRYCE) Words and music © 2009 Laura Wetzler ASCAP/ Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com Bryce Addison, greased up with lanolin Squeezed and spelunked down into a cave She discovered a cavern where the bats were having A big birthday party for a dragon named Dave. Willy nilly, pick-a-Lily Willy nilly, pick-a-Billy They're all very nice-y But Brycie, she's spicy! Bryce, in Uganda, races her Honda Out to see hippos and gorillas in the mist She met warthogs with piglets Piglets wearing wiglets Wiglets in ringlets with a curly a top twist. Bryce loves pizza and when people meets-ha She invites you to greet-ha With her favorite snack Pepperoni, anchovy Shrimp with baloney Such toppings could give you a gall bladder attack! Bryce does karate and no one gets snotty With a girl who can kick a pine board in two. She takes care of bullies She wraps them in woolies She swaddles them sweetly Now, go to your room! Bryce, on a camel, chipped her enamel Went to the dentist to get a new tooth But he used Silly Putty And peanut-butty Now every mouthful sticks to her roof. [Peanut butter chorus] Bryce loves sushi Hear the beat and you'll see Her chopsticks are tapping and her rhythm's so right She plays just like Ringo Zingo, Bingo, Jingo! That restaurant's rocking every Saturday night. GOING TO THE PARK Words and music © 2006 by Laura Wetzler ASCAP/Laura Wetzler Music All Rights Reserved. Use By Permission. From the CD Again! Again! www.laurawetzler.com We're going to the park We're going to the park There's the big slide I'm climbing up high And it's ok to let me go I whoosh on down very fast I land in the sand And it makes me laugh There's a big swing I'm going to catch that thing And it's ok to let me go I pump my legs And I point my toes Higher and higher up I go Splash in the fountain It's a waterfall mountain And it's ok to let me go It's not deep, I'll try not to slip I love the water Mommy, come take a dip Sparrows and pigeons Mallards and widgeons [Widgeons are a kind of duck.] Geese and swans and dragonflies Down by the lake They quack and honk They dabble and they dive And they buzz in the swamp There's a carousel With chimes and bells I'll pick my horsie And I'll ride away A big black beauty With a purple mane I'll hug her and I'll kiss her And I'll tell her my name We're going to the park We're going to the park Going to run and jump and fly away Green, green grass and open sky Pillow puffy clouds Just floating by The
following lyrics are from the recording: Songwriter's
Notebook.
HOLD
ON Hold
on to your self now The
things that count for something Oh,
what you teach me ANNIE Oh,
the joy her face can hold She
lives in a group home
TAKEN BY SURPRISE Alright,
I get it Someday
every warm hand will be cold Why
should I be immune? WONDER How
strange to feel the way I do Welcome
back from the walking dead Listen,
just take your time UNION
STREET The
bridge is up on Union Street On
a misty night I've
seen the trash burn
NOBODY'S GOING TO MAKE IT
OUT HERE ALONE Alone,
all alone Now
if you listen closely THE
TASTE OF YOU Though
I'm left alone We
lead our separate lives B'MAKOM IN A PLACE In
a place where no one's acting like a human being In
a place where no one's speaking of a clear injustice In
place where no one cares about the sick we're losing SHADOWS Work
was our common ground The
days come and go Who
knew what we'd go through? Shadows
in the moonlight
BROKEN TIES You're
tight with loss Flash
of memory fills your heart, Yes
we can
CHILDREN OF ABRAHAM We're
children of Abraham Abraham,
what would you say So
many stories Not
a word in years- THE
DEEPER THE TOUCH The
deeper the touch I
know I have my part in this The
deeper the touch We
jerk ourselves from pleasure The
deeper the touch So
it's not the movies, The
deeper the touch All
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