Reminds me of one my Dad shared with us:

Toreador-a, don't sit on the floor-a,
Use the cuspidor-a,
Whaddya think it's for-a?

He also brought us, "Oh, the monkey wrapped his tail around the flagpole." As I remember my sister's giggles, she must have learned the second (and only other?) line at some point: "To see his as*hole". (That asterisk reminds me of a book called Breakfast of Champions, by Kurt Vonnegut.)

My father is not strong on lyrics. He liked to sing nonsense songs, and oddly enough, he could remember the "words" of "Chickery Chick" and "Hut Sut Ralston" (sp?), at least the choruses. Also his high-school song: "In honor of dear Heights,/ We gather here to sing..."

I wish I'd inherited his voice and sense of pitch, but if I say anything bad about my mother, I'll have to fight myself.