How interesting to see all the different versions and verses.

I was pretty young during the gas shortage in SoCal during the 1970s and while waiting in line to buy gas my mother taught me this song. My version is slightly different than the others listed here.


I'm up here in my nuthouse. My mind is in a rut.
My keeper thinks I'm crazy. But he's just off his nut.
I'm just as sane as you are. And I can prove it too.
So listen to my lullaby I'm here to sing for you.

One night one morn when chicks are born and whistles went boom boom.
You can bake a snake or fry a cake when mudpies are in bloom.
Do six and six make nine? Does ice come from a mine?
Is Old Black Joe an Eskimo in the good old summertime?

If Easter eggs could wash their legs and children could have ducks.
I'd rather buy a lemon pie for 47 bucks.
Way down in Barcelonia They spit into the phonia.
But that is just bolognia. Padelooski blow your horn - toot toot ding-a-ling!