So last week on The Office (again, I acknowledge that 5 out of 10 posts, if not more, start with the word "so", and I'm working on a fic where that is the opening word), Michael had Dwight do that "concentrate" game where you pretend like you're cracking an egg on someone's head, etc. And I've been browsing los del internets trying to find the lyrics and such, although the ones they have are not the ones I remember, even though I can't remember them. (I recall that
rose_garden and I used to do these, and she had her own version, something about apples.) But naturally, searches like these lead to other rhyming/clapping/whatever games, such as:
Down down baby, down by the roller coaster
Sweet sweet baby, I'll never let you go
Shimmy shimmy coco pop
Shimmy shimmy pop
Shimmy shimmy coco pop
Shimmy shimmy pop
Grandma, grandma, sick in bed
I called the doctor and the doctor said
Let's get the rhythm of the head: ding dong
Let's get the rhythm of the head: ding dong
Let's get the rhythm of the hands: (clap clap)
Let's get the rhythm of the hands: (clap clap)
Let's get the rhythm of the feet: (stomp stomp)
Let's get the rhythm of the feet: (stomp stomp)
Let's get the rhythm of the hot dog
Let's get the rhythm of the hot dog
Put it all together and what do you get
Ding dong (clap clap) (stomp stomp) hot dog
Put it all backward and what do you get
Hot dog, (Stomp, stomp), (clap, clap), ding dong.
Which, you know, I totally remember doing as a kid. At my elementary school, we had to stand outside under an overhang and wait for the bell to ring, so this is how we passed the time. I remember "hot dog" as being an elaborate circle of the hips. A precursor to the Macarena, if you will.
And of course the version of Miss Susie that we did was as such:
Miss Susie had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell, Miss Susie went to Heaven, the steamboat went to-- hello operator, give me number nine, and if you disconnect me, I'll chop off your-- behind the 'frigerator, there was a piece of glass, Miss Susie sat upon it, and broke her little-- ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies, the boys are in the bathroom, zipping up their-- flies are in the city, the bees are in the park, Miss Susie and her boyfriend, are kissing in the D-A-R-K, D-A-R-K, D-A-R-K, dark dark dark! Darker than the ocean, darker than the sea, Miss Susie and her boyfriend are kissing in a tree!
(Which could be me misremembering, but I know there are apparently lots of versions of this, and really,
how dark is this tree?)
And I don't for the life of me remember what it was from, but the line: "Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider," which makes me laugh even now, although for entirely different reasons.
(Regionally, I grew up in upstate New York, near Pennsylvania, so if you recall different versions, I'd be interested in knowing where you were when you heard them that way.)
Congratulations, by virtue of reading this post, you are now reduced to a grade school mentality. (PR friends, you were already there.)