S.S. Bathtub Scroll down or click a song title to see the song's lyrics:     Drops Like Me     Grandma's Feather Bed     If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out     Pushin' Six     Branching Out     This Soul Man     Garden Song     S.S. Bathtub     New Lullaby     The Monkey and the Engineer     The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)     Ten Lucky Pennies Drops Like Me I am a lonely drop of water falling through the sky The ground is coming up so fast, I fear the end is nigh And then SPLAT, I shake my soggy head, and look around to see There's a lot of little lonely drips feeling just like me And the water gonna roll from the mountain to the stream And the water gonna roll from the river to the sea We will roll on together until everyone can see That the mighty tidal wave is made of little bitty drops like me Now I'm trickling through the gutter, through the filth upon this earth Sometimes I have to wonder just what my life is worth How much does one drop matter? How much does one drop mean? But a little bit of water can do a whole lot of washing clean And the water gonna roll from the mountain to the stream And the water gonna roll from the river to the sea We will roll on together until everyone can see That the mighty tidal wave is made of little bitty drops like me I am refreshment for the weary, I am life to the farmer's field When you jump in a July swimming pool thank me for how you feel I will drop you in the bathtub and then drip until you're dry And when you stand at the river Jordan, I'll take you to the other side And the water gonna roll from the mountain to the stream And the water gonna roll from the river to the sea We will roll on together until everyone can see That the mighty tidal wave is made of little bitty drops like me The mighty tidal wave is made of little bitty drops like me Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1998 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Grandma's Feather Bed When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor We used to go down to Grandma's house Every month end or so We'd have chicken pie, country ham and home made butter on the bread But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big featherbed It was nine feet high and six feet wide, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's featherbed After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old foks would spit and chew Pa would talk about the farm and the war and my granny'd sing a ballad or two And I'd sit and listen and watch the fire 'til the cobwebs filled my head Next thing I know I'd wake up in the morning in the middle of the old featherbed It was nine feet high and six feet wide, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's featherbed Well I love my ma and I love my pa, I love granny and grandpa too I've been fishing with my uncle, I rassled my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou But if I ever had to make a choice i guess it ought to be said That I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road for grandma's featherbed Yes I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road for grandma's feather It was nine feet high and six feet wide, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's featherbed Words & Music by Jim Connor Cherry River Music Co./ASCAP If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out If you want to sing out, sing out And if you want to be free be free 'Cause there's a million things to be You know that there are And if you want to live high, live high And if you want to live low, live low 'Cause there's a million ways to go You know that there are You can do what you want, The opportunity's on And if you find a new way, You can do it today You can make it all true, And you can make it undo You see - it's easy, you only need to know Well if you want to say yes, say yes And if you want to say no, say no 'Cause there's a million ways to go You know that there are And if you want to be me, be me And if you want to be you, be you 'Cause there's a million things to do You know that there are You can do what you want, The opportunity's on And if you find a new way, You can do it today You can make it all true, And you can make it undo You see - it's easy, you only need to know Well if you want to sing out, sing out And if you want to be free be free 'Cause there's a million things to be You know that there are Words and Music by Cat Stevens Pushin' Six What a drag the world is when you're pushin' six You start to learn about big people and the tricks they play on you Like go to school and do your best Don't you dare come home with less than Johnny or Sue or Mary Ann You're the bright one you know you can (nya nya nya nya) Lost the wheel on my tricycle yesterday Daddy said he'd get around to it someday when he had time Sometimes I wish that someone would Come steal his car an just leave the hood Just one frustrating piece that's all - his hood sittin' in the hall I don't like broccoli that ugly old green grub But it's either no TV or join the clean plate club Oh what a drag When you're pushin' six Yeah when you're pushin' six Words & Music by Gene Cotton People Song Records/ASCAP Branching Out When I grow up I'm gonna be a tree I'm gonna make my home with the birds and the bees And the squirrels, they can count on me When I grow up to be a tree I'll let my joints get stiff, put my feet in the ground Take the winters off and settle down Keep my clothes 'til they turn brown When I grow up I'm gonna settle down And I'm gonna reach, I'm gonna reach I'm gonna reach, reach for the sky I'm gonna reach, I'm gonna reach I'm gonna reach 'til I know why When the Spring comes by I'm gonna get real green When the dogs come by I'm gonna get real mean On windy days I'll bend and lean When I grow up I'm gonna get real green If I should fall in storm or slumber Please don't turn me into lumber I'd rather be a Louisville Slugger Swingin' for the seats And I'm gonna reach, I'm gonna reach I'm gonna reach, reach for the sky I'm gonna reach, I'm gonna reach I'm gonna reach 'til I know why Words and Music by John Gorka Blues Palace Music/ASCAP This Soul Man This soul man, he played one, he played nick nack just for fun With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home This soul man, he played two, he played nick nack with a solid groove With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home This soul man, he played three, he played nick nack and he played real good for free With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home This soul man, he played four, he played nick nack at the hardware store With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home This soul man, he played five, he played nick nack and all that jive With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home This soul man, he played six, he played nick nack just for kicks With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home This soul man, he played seven, he played nick nack and he turned it up to eleven With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home This soul man, he played eight, he played nick nack and he came home late With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home This soul man, he played nine, he played nick nack and he played so fine With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home This soul man, he played ten, he played nick nack then he hit the road again With a nick nack paddywack give a dog a bone, this soul man came rolling home Traditional (This Old Man), additional lyrics and music by David LaMotte adaptation ©1998 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Garden Song Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'til the rains come tumblin' down Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones Man is made of dreams and bones Feel the need to grow my own 'cause the time is close at hand Grain for grain, sun and rain Find my way in nature's chain Tune my body and my brain to the music from the land Plant your rows straight and long Temper them with prayer and song Mother Earth will make you strong if you give her love and care And old crow watching hungrily From his perch in yonder tree In my garden I'm as free as that feathered thief up there Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'til the rains come tumblin' down Words and Music by Dave Mallett Cherry Lane Music Publishing Co., Inc./ASCAP S.S. Bathtub I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub I roam wherever I please I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub Come sail away with me My friends come visit on the S.S. Bathtub They arrive on water skis Some are dolphins and some are whales And some are manatees I travel far in the S.S. Bathtub I sail the seven seas Sometimes I stop at islands That look just like great big knees I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub I roam wherever I please I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub Come sail away with me I've got two dogs on the S.S. Bathtub A Great Dane and a Pekinese I named one Port and I named one Starboard And I'll let you name their fleas The fish that swim under the S.S. Bathtub Know all their ABCs They study hard in their school of fish Then they go and catch some Z's I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub I roam wherever I please I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub Come sail away with me For dinner on the S.S. Bathtub We all eat mac & cheese I don't use salt and I don't use pepper 'Cause I don't want the whales to sneeze We love to play on the S.S. Bathtub With our blocks and our frisbees We make up songs and we put on plays And we never watch TVs I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub I roam wherever I please I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub Come sail away with me Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1998 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP New Lullaby Oh-hi, sing lullaby Hi-oh, where will we go Oh-hi, the stars in the sky Will sing lullaby tonight You are my baby and I love you so But another day is coming so this one must go Peter Pan is flying, but he's flying low Just to sing lullaby tonight So hush little baby, don't say a word 'Cause I'm gonna buy you a mockingbird And if it won't sing in captivity Then we'll open the cage and set that bird free, singing... Oh-hi, sing lullaby Hi-oh, where will we go Oh-hi, the stars in the sky Will sing lullaby tonight So rock-a-bye baby on the treetop Well the wind may be blowing and cradles will rock But the bow it is strong, and the cradle won't fall So sing lullaby tonight And now I lay me down to sleep And I pray the Lord my soul to keep And if the Lord should come see me before I awake Then we'll run up to heaven and eat chocolate cake, singing... Oh-hi, sing lullaby Hi-oh, where will we go Oh-hi, the stars in the sky Will sing lullaby tonight Words and music by David LaMotte ©1992 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Monkey and the Engineer Once upon a time there was an engineer Who drove a locomotive both far and near Acompanied by a monkey who would sit on a stool Just watchin' everything the engineer would do One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat He left the monkey sittin' on the driver's seat The monkey pulled the throttle, locomotive jumped the gun And did ninety miles an hour down the mainline run Big locomotive right on time Big locomotive comin' down the line Big locomotive number ninety-nine Left the engineer with a worried mind The engineer called up the dispatcher on the phone To tell him all about his locomotive was gone Dispatcher got on the wire, switch operator to the right Because the monkey's got the mainline sewed up tight The switch operator got the message in time Said there's a northbound livin' on the same mainline Open up the switch, I'm gonna let him through the hole Because the monkey's got the locomotive under control Big locomotive right on time Big locomotive comin' down the line Big locomotive number ninety-nine Left the engineer with a worried mind Words and Music by Jesse Fuller Hillgreen Music/BMI The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) Slow down, you move too fast You've got to make the morning last Just kickin' down the cobble stones Lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy Hello lamp post, what you knowin'? I've come to watch your flowers growin' Ain't you got no rhymes for me? Doo doo doo doo doo feelin' groovy La la la la la la la, feelin' groovy I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all it's petals on me Life I love you, all is groovy La la la la la la la, feelin' groovy Words and Music by Paul Simon Paul Simon Music/BMI Ten Lucky Pennies If life is a question and the answer is time Are ten lucky pennies the same as a dime? Come sing me a riddle, I'll sing you a rhyme If life is a question and the answer is time If time is a highway and moments make change Are pennies and moments just one and the same? Like a river makes oceans from small drops of rain If time is a highway and moments make change If change is a stranger with no lessons to teach Too plain to reach out to on a cold city street Who will count all our blessings in times such as these? If change is a stranger with no lessons to teach There are clouds in your pillows and sparks in your sheets But the ants on the sill know each second is sweet If you listen they'll tell you the secrets they keep Sleep little raindrop, sleep Raindrops and rivers, moments and time Questions and answers, riddles and rhymes Are ten lucky pennies the same as a dime? If life is a question and the answer is time If life is a question and the answer is time Words and Music by Tom Payne