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one from my sister's day:

rooty toot toot, rooty toot toot

we are the girls from the institute

we don't smoke and we don't chew

and we don't go with the boys who do

our class won a bible - Do we have fun?

No!

 
Glory glory Hallelujahteacher hit me with a ruler

I stood behind the door with a loaded 44

and teacher don't teach no more

to begin:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school

We have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule

We have planned to kill the principal tomorrow after school

Our truth goes marching on...

(man, did we really think something so brutal was funny?)

 
Great green globs of mutilated monkey meat

something something something something

grab a fork and let us eat...
Had to look it up...

Great green globs of greasy, grimy gopher guts

Mutilated monkey feet

Chopped up baby parakeet

Great green globs of greasy, grimy gopher guts

And me without my spoon
I always heard "mutilated monkey meat, little dirty birdie feet" instead of this version. interesting.

 
there was the handclapping game:

hey hey my playmate, come out and play with me

and bring your dollies three

climb up my apple tree

slide down my rainbow

into my cellar door

and we'll be best friends

forevermore, more, more more more

love these!

hey hey my enemy, come out and fight with me

and bring your ogres three

climb up my poison tree

slide down my stickerbush

into my dungeon door

and we'll be enemies

forevermore, more, more more more

 
Glory glory Hallelujahteacher hit me with a ruler

I stood behind the door with a loaded 44

and teacher don't teach no more

to begin:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school

We have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule

We have planned to kill the principal tomorrow after school

Our truth goes marching on...

(man, did we really think something so brutal was funny?)
After Columbine, I think that singing these songs on the playground would be grounds for life in prison.

 
After Columbine, I think that singing these songs on the playground would be grounds for life in prison.
I remember several other songs that I won't post here, precisely for that type of reason. and my cousins went to Columbine - safely, thank heavens.

 
(pointing motions in parenthesis - it was mainly girls who did this)

Milk, milk; (point to each breast)

Lemonade; (point to crotch)

around the corner Fudge is made (point to butt)

 
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This land is my land.

It's not your land.

I got a shotgun.

You ain't got one.

If you don't get off,

I'll blow your head off.

This land is private property.

We used to sing this and several other violent songs, but never thought about acting them out. Then again, we used to jump out of swings, play bicycle tag in the street, and hop onto merry-go-rounds moving at light-speed. Maybe I wasn't sheltered enough to actually care about the songs.

 
Circle circle, dot dot, now I got my cootie shot.

Circle circle, square square, now I've got them everywhere!

 
The response for being told to shut up:

I don't shut up, I grow up. And when I look at you, I throw up. And you go around the corner and lick it up.

 
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