17 Jan 01 - 03:18 PM (#376398) Subject: Horses Run Around ^^ From: Stewart After reading the thread "while the organ peeled potatoes" I was reminded of another silly song. I particularly like the line "we feed the baby garlic so we can find him in the dark". There must be lots of these silly nonsense songs out there. THE HORSES RUN AROUND The horses run around, their feet are on the ground, While looking out the window, a second story window, A-peeking through the knothole, in grandpa's wooden leg, While walking in the moonlight, the bright and sunny moonlight, She spanked him with a shingle, and made his panties tingle, Cheers, S. in Seattle^^ |
06 May 13 - 06:22 PM (#3512333) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Horses Run Around (Boy's Best Friend Is.. From: GUEST this is great!. i'm 63 and my parents used to sing this song in the car while travelling to south Dakota. some variations of the above the lyrics: a snake's belt always slips, because he has no hips and his waistling is just below his necktie, his necktie! we hope that grandma's teeth will soon fit Jenny, fit Jenny. keep them coming! Emmett octoberemo@yahoo.com |
05 Feb 17 - 11:32 AM (#3836908) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Horses Run Around (Boy's Best Friend Is.. From: GUEST Looking out a window a second story Window I feel and sprained my eyebrow On the pavement the pavement. Go get The Listerine sister wants a bo. Oh a boys best freind is his mother, his mother. |
08 May 21 - 07:04 PM (#4105331) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Horses Run Around (Boy's Best Friend Is.. From: GUEST,Bert Allen While looking through a knothole in Grampa's wooden leg, oh who squirted ink into my eyeball, my eyeball? Go get the axe, there's a hair on baby's chin. Go get the listerine, sister wants a pull. |
28 Nov 21 - 11:12 AM (#4127438) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Horses Run Around (Boy's Best Friend Is.. From: GUEST,Pat S my father used to sing this to us. here's a variation I recall: Looking through the knothole, in grandpa's wooden leg, Why do they put the shore so near the ocean, the ocean. The cat licked out the frying pan before we cooked the eggs And they have shifted Willie’s grave to dig the sewer, the sewer. |