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I was taught the Padarewski song at school when I was in the 2nd grade.  It was the funniest song!  A check of the web shows that there are many different lyric versions, and someone found the original too. Woot!  This is another song a lot of people learned at scout camp. Here’s the lyrics as I learned ‘em.

The Padarewski Song

Oh, I was born one night one morn
When the whistle went “toot, toot.”
You can buy a snake or fry a cake
When the ice box are in bloom.
Does six and six make nine?
Does ice grow on a vine?
Is Old Black Joe an Eskimo
In The Good Old Summertime?

Oh, you loop-de-loop in your noodle soup
Just give your socks a shine.
I’m guilty, Judge. I ate the fudge.
Three cheers for Auld Lang Syne!
I cannot tell a lie.
I hocked an apple pie.
It’s on a tree beneath the sea
Above the bright blue sky.

Oh if Easter eggs don’t wash their legs,
Their children will have ducks. (Quack, quack!)
I’d rather buy a lemon pie
For forty-seven bucks.
Way down in Barcelonia
They jumped into the foamia
But that is all balonia.
Paderewski blow your horn. (Toot, toot!)

That song is still an ear-wig for me.  The song has changed quite a bit from the original, but hasn’t changed its wackiness.

THE LUNATIC’S LULLABY
Music & Lyrics by: Leslie Moore, Johnny Tucker & Edgar Leslie
Cover artist: Barbelle
Published 1926 by Edgar Leslie, Inc.

(four bar introduction, 4 bar vamp)
I’m up here in the bug house. My brain is in a rut.
My keeper says I’m crazy, but he is off his nut.
I’m just as sane as you are, and I can prove it too:
For when you hear my lullaby, you’ll know I’m not cuckoo.

CHORUS: Oh! I was born at night one morn and the whistles rang boom boom.
I boil a cake and drink a steak when the mud pies are in bloom.
If six and six are nine, does ice come from a mine?
Then old Black Joe’s an Eskimo, and pork’s from porcupine.

A pig or cow can bark meow but a goldfish likes to sing.
I saw a frog swim up a log, but he fell and broke his wing.
I know that camels sail the sea, that we get honey from a flea,
That ev’ry horse can climb a tree on the road to Mandalay.

CHORUS

Oh! me Oh! my, That’s the Lunatic’s Lullaby!