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| This Song is meant for Cub Scouts. Decide for yourself if it is appropriate for your younger scouts or not. | |
| Lyrics: | I have a dear old daddy For whom I nightly pray, He has a set of whiskers, They're always in the way. Chorus: They're always in the way, The cows eat them for hay, They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt, They're always in the way. Around the supper table, We make a happy group, Until dear father's whiskers, Get tangled in the soup. Chorus Father had a strong back, But now it's all caved in, He stepped upon his whiskers, And walked up to his chin. Chorus We have a dear old mother, With him at night she sleeps, She wakes up in the morning, Eating shredded wheat. Chorus We have a dear old Mommy, She likes his whiskers, too. She uses them for cleaning And stirring up a stew. Chorus We have a dear old brother Who has a Ford machine. He uses Daddy's whiskers To strain the gasoline. Chorus We have a dear old sister. It really is a laugh. She sprinkles Daddy's whiskers As bath salts in her bath. Chorus We have a little brother, His name is Sonny Jim. He climbs up daddy's whiskers To sock him in the chin Chorus We have a little sister, Her name is Mary Anne. She uses daddy's whiskers To wipe the frying pan. Chorus We have another sister, Her name is Ida Mae. She climbs up Daddy's whiskers And braids them every day. Chorus Daddy fought in Flanders, He wasn't killed, you see: His whiskers looked like bushes And fooled the enemy. Chorus When Daddy goes in swimming, No bathing suit for him. He ties his whiskers 'round his waist And happily jumps in. Chorus Daddy went out sailing, The wind blew down the mast. He hoisted up his whiskers And never went so fast. Chorus Daddy was in a tavern; He likes his lager beer. He pinned a pretzel to his nose And kept his whiskers clear. Chorus |
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