I learned this variant under the name The Nuthouse Lullaby at Camp Joncaire in Maine back in the 50s and they had been singing it since the 40s. This is a revision, I missed the first verse previously.


Oh, I'm up here in the nuthouse. My mind is in a rut.
My keeper thinks I'm crazy But I know that he's a 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 coo coo!

Oh I was born One night, one morn When the whistles went boom boom
I can bake a steak or fry a cake When the mud pies are in bloom
if 6 and 6 make 9 and ice grows on the vine
Then Old Black Joe's an Eskimo In the good old summertime

Oh, you can loop-de-loop In your noodle soup Just to give your socks a shine
I'm guilty Judge. I stole the fudge. Three cheers for Auld Lang Syne
I cannot tell a lie. I hooked an apple pie
it's on a tree Beneath the sea Above the clear blue sky!

Oh, some people call me King Napoleon But I'm not him at all
I come from South Dakota Way down near old Saint Paul
I'll sue them all for slander. I'll make them all repent
For how can I be Bonipart When I'm the President

Oh, if Easter eggs Don't shave their legs, Their children will be ducks. (Quack, quack!)
I'd rather buy A lemon pie For forty-seven bucks.
Way down in Barcelonio I fell into the phonio
Oh, this is all baloneyo. Paderewski blow your horn. (Toot, toot!)