On Top of Old Smokey (Parody)
from MMF! Songbook

Lyrics/Parody I
On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with sand,
I shot my school teacher,
With an old rubber band.

I shot her with pleasure,
I shot her with pride,
For I couldn't miss her,
She was forty feet wide.

She run out and catched me,
Throwed me 'cross her knee,
But in the seat of my britches,
I had my old Geography.

She reached for her ruler,
And took a swipe at me,
She missed old Kentucky,
But she hit Tennessee.

Lyrics/Parody II
On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese.
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table, it rolled on the floor,
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden and under a bush,
And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tasty as tasty could be,
And early next summer it grew to a tree.

The tree was all covered with beautiful moss.
It grew great big meatballs and tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball and don't ever sneeze.

Lyrics/Parody III
On top of Old Smokey
All covered with dirt,
I lost my suspenders
My socks and my shirt.

I lost my umbrella.
I lost my pet frog.
My food in my lunch box,
Got ate by a dog.

I lost my left sneaker,
My hat and my comb.
I lost my new toothbrush.
I lost my way home.

I found my way home, then
I did sure enough.
And I found my mommy
With all of my stuff.
Yes I did (with all of my stuff!)

Lyrics/Parody IV
On top of my pizza
All covered with sauce,
Could not find the mushrooms
I think they got lost.

I looked in the closet,
I looked in the sink,
I looked in the cup that
Held my cola drink.

I looked in the saucepan
Right under the lid,
No matter where I looked
Those mushrooms stayed hid.

Next time you make pizza
I'm begging you, please
Do not give me mushrooms,
But just plain old cheese.

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