However, I'm stuck trying to remember all the things that interrupted the old Austrian who went yodelling.

There was a dairy cow. An avalanche. A grizzly bear. And eventually there was a bullet, which was necessarily the final verse. But we must have had about a dozen verses before we ever got there.

I've song a bunch of those songs, too. (Though many were variations.)

This reminded me of summer camp. You have never met a human being who loved summer camp like I did. *sniff sniff*

They're missing the three jolly fisherman.

This would be much better if you could hear me sing it, but...here goes:

Three Irishmen, three Irishmen,
Sitting in a ditch
One called the other one a dirty son of a
Peter Murphy had a dog, a dirty dog was he.
He gave it to his girlfriend to keep her company.

She taught it, she taught it, she taught it how to jump
Jumped up her petticoat and bit her in the
Countryboy from Illinois, sitting on the dock
Along came a bumblebee and stung him in the
Cocktail, gingerale five cents a glass
If you don't believe me then shove it up your

Ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies
If you're hit in the face
With a bucket of shit
Remember to close your eyes.

I am the king of camp songs. Dirty or otherwise.

I SAID A BOOM-CHICK-A-BOOM!

I have to disagree with their ending to "Sippin' Cider". It is supposed to be:

The moral of
This little joke
Is don't sip cider,
Sip a
C-O-K-E COKE!

I found this one odd (it must be a round):

Weenie Man

I know a weenie man.
He owns a hot dog stand.
He sells most anything from hot dogs and down.
Someday I'll change his life.
I'll be his weenie wife.
Oh, how I love that weenie man.

They've got one of my two faves ("the Bear Song"). But where's "Bill Grogan's Goat"? A classic.

You have never met a human being who loved summer camp like I did. *sniff sniff*

jrossi4r, I spent the whole school year waiting for camp. When I was a kid I swore I was going to be a camp counselor until I retired. And then I discovered punk rock and new wave and I swore I was going to be Elvis Costello.

Slack-a-gogo, I think the world needs a punk rock summer camp. Let's do it!! (It was the Police for me. I devoted my life to being Mrs. Gordon Sumner.)