We wanted you to know, every sister and bro
Every Jane and Joe, that's really who we are
Razzle Bam Boom

Yankee Doodle (traditional)

Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni
Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step and with the girls be handy

Father and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Goodwin
There we saw the men and boys as thick as hasty pudding
Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step and with the girls be handy

And there was Captain Washington, upon a slapping stallion
Giving orders to his men, I guess there was a million
Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step and with the girls be handy

America (My Country, 'Tis of Thee) (S.F.Smith/H. Carey)

My country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died, Land of the Pilgrim's Pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

America, the Beautiful (K.L.Bates/S.A.Ward)

O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties, above the fruited plain!
America, America God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good, with brotherhood, from sea to shinning sea

The Battle Hymn of the Republic (J.W.Howe/W.Steffe)

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lighting of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory Hallelujah, Glory, glory Hallelujah, Glory, glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on.

A Jazzy Song (M.Beckwith)

We're singing a jazzy song
Making it up as we go along the way
Anything's okay

Grandpa's Jug (words by M.Beckwith)

Not a guitar or a fiddle in hand
Grandpa played in a Hillbilly band

Grandpa got a cider jug to play
He sat on the porch at the end of the day
When he pressed his lips to the jug to blow
We could hear some sounds chuggin' sure 'n low

Mama picked the banjo, Daddy hit the spoons
Cousin bowed a fiddle on those mountain tunes
All the folks were playin' some old Bluegrass
But grandpa made the rhythm go a little too fast

Grandpa got two jugs to play…

Your Feets Too Big (F.Waller)

Up in Harlem, at a table for two, there were the four of us Baby,
Me, your big feet, and you.
From your ankles up you sure are sweet,
But from there on down you've got too much feet

Oh, your feets to big, don't want you cause your feets too big
Can't stand you cause your feets too big,
Mad at you cause your feets too big
Your pedal extremities are colossal,
To me your just like a fossil
You got me walkin', talkin', squawkin',
Cause your feets too big

Jambalaya (H.Williams)

Good-bye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta' go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, gonna' have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and crawfish pie and a filet gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my macheramio
Pick guitar fill, fruit jar and be gayo
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kin folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and crawfish pie and a filet gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my macheramio
Pick guitar fill, fruit jar and be gayo
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

Gotta Have a Dream (M.Beckwith)
from The Wright Brothers Musical-Comedy

If inventor Thomas Edison, had no inner spark,
Then the light bulb would not be
And we would be in the dark
And if Mr. Charles Benz had no inner drive
Then the gasoline road machine,
May never have ever arrived

You gotta have a dream
You gotta have a dream, a dream to fly
You gotta have a dream
You gotta have a dream and guts to try
All you do is aim for the stars
And take off for the sky
You gotta have a dream to fly

Good old Charlie Goodyear was delighted to announce
He created vulcanized rubber, due to his untiring bounce
And if Christopher Columbus, hadn't thought the world was round
Then we'd still be waitin' to live here in Dayton,
Cause America may never have been found

You gotta have a dream
You gotta have a dream, a dream to fly,
You gotta have a dream
You gotta have a dream and guts to try
The way may have bumps and curves
But hold your head up high
Aim for the stars
And take off for the sky
You gotta have a dream
Yes, we have a dream
We're following out dream to fly

Wilbur's Letter Home (M.Beckwith)
from The Wright Brothers Musical-Comedy

Dear Sister Catherine our day was a total flop
Now I'm thinking that at last it's time to stop
It's just not any fun, not a single thing goes right
When I look at what we've done, it's just a silly kite
No successes, no not one
Oh, not in a thousand years will any machine,
Ever keep a man in flight.
Sincerely, your foolish brother, Wilbur Wright

Pep Talk (M.Beckwith)
from The Wright Brothers Musical-Comedy

Where is your smile, your zeal, your passion to fly?
All this whining, where's your fortitude?
You can't be stopped by the wind, by the ground or the sky,
You're only stopped by your attitude,

I know you want to give up on
Move far away and live upon a mountain, Cause you've had enough
When Baby birds start flying, they never stop their trying
'Til their airborne, those baby birds are tough
So pick up your smile and dust off your zeal,
To the drawing board with a brand new attitude
We'll launch another trial 'til our dreams become real,
But first it's got to start inside of you
That's the only way your dream can come true

Camptown Races (S.Foster)

Camptown ladies sign this song,
Doo-dah, doo-dah
Camptown racetrack five miles long,
Oh doo-dah-day
Come down there with my hat caved in,
Doo-dah, doo-dah
Go back home with a pocket full of tin,
Oh doo-dah, doo-dah
Goin' to run all night, goin' to run all day
Bet my money on a bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay

Long-tail filly, and the big black hoss …
Fly the track and they both cut across …
Blind hoss stickin' in big mud hole…
Can't touch bottom with a ten-foot pole …
Goin' to run all night, goin' to run all day
Bet my money on a bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay

Old muley cow, came onto the track ...
Bobtail fling her over his back ...
Then fly along like a railroad car ...
Running a race with a shooting star ...
Goin' to run all night, goin' to run all day
Bet my money on a bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay

When the Saints Go Marchin' In (traditional)

Oh, when the Saints, go marchin' in
Oh, when the Saints, go marchin' in
Oh, how I want to be in that number
Oh, when the Saints, go marchin' in

Oh, when the stars refuse to shine
Oh, when the stars refuse to shine
Oh, how I want to be in that number
Oh, when the Saints, go marchin' in

We All Love Rock 'n' Roll (M.Beckwith)

About 50 years ago
We sang Country, Jazz, and Blues
Playing, swaying, to and fro
We gently tapped our shoes

Then came drums, electric guitars
Got us off our seat
Buddy Holly, Chuck, and Elvis
Gave us a whole new beat

Your legs love Rock 'n' Roll
Your knees love Rock 'n' Roll
Tree love Rock 'n' Roll
Fleas love Rock 'n' Roll
Your toes, your nose, your baggy clothes
We all love Rock 'n' Roll

Hands love Rock 'n' Roll
Bottoms love Rock 'n' Roll
Elbows love Rock 'n' Roll
Small intestines love Rock 'n' Roll
Your thighs, your eyes, burgers and fries
We all love Rock 'n' Roll

Your hips love Rock 'n' Roll
Your lips love Rock 'n' Roll
Fingertips love Rock 'n' Roll
Potato chips love Rock 'n' Roll
Your hair, the air, and your underwear
We all love Rock 'n' Roll

We all love Rock 'n' Roll
We all love Rock 'n' Roll
We love it down to our souls
We all love Rock 'n' Roll
Danny, your nanny, and little old Granny
We all love Rock 'n' Roll
Rock and roll!

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot (traditional)

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home

Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy (D.Raye/H.Prince)

He was a famous trumpet man from out in Chicago way
He had a boogie style no one else could play
He was the top man of his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, blowin' reveille
He's the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company 'B'

They made him blow a trumpet for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down because he couldn't jam
The captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the cap, went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps, when he plays reveille
He's the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company 'B'

He puts the boys to sleep with "boogie" every night
And wakes them up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stomp their feet
Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up, when he plays reveille,
He's the Boogie Woogie bugle boy of Company 'B'

Hukilau (J.Owens)

What a beautiful day for fishing
The old Hawaiian way
Where the hukilau nets are swishing
Down in old Laie bay
Oh we're going to a hukilau
A huki huki huki huki hukilau
Everybody loves the hukilau
Where the laulau is the kaukau at the luau
Oh we throw our nets out into the sea
And all the amaama come a swimming to me
Oh, we're going to a hukilau
A huki huki huki hukilau

The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere
(Words by H.W. Longfellow, edited and hipped up by O.Thomas, music by M.Beckwith)

Listen my children and you shall here,
Of the Midnight ride of Paul Revere
On April 18 of '75, hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year

He said to his friends, "If the British March,
By land or sea on the town tonight,
Hang a lantern in the highest arch,
Of the North Church Tower as a signal light.
One if by land, two if by sea,
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
To every little village and every little farm
For the country folk there to be up in arms."
Then he said "Goodnight!" and with muffled oar,
Silently rode to the Charleston shore.

On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church
And lo as he looks to the belfry height
The glimmer then the gleam of a shimmering light

He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns
But lingers and gazes 'til full on his sight,
A second lamp in the belfry burns
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath from the pebbles in passing a spark
And yet in the gloom of the pale moonlight
The fate of the nation was riding that night
And the spark struck out by the steed in its flight
Kindled a land into flame with its heat

While one was safe asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be the first to fall
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball
You know the rest from the books you've read,
How the British regulars fired and fled,
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall
Chasing the Redcoats down the lane
Crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn in the road
Only to pause to fire and load

So through the night rode Paul Revere
So through the night went his cry of alarm
To every little village and every little farm
A cry of defiance, not of fear
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore
In the hour of peril and darkness and need
The people will waken to listen and hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed
And the midnight message of Paul Revere

Home on the Range (B.Higley/D.E.Kelley)

Oh, give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard and discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard and discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day