De Camptown Races lyrics

LyricsMode.com - Song lyrics archive with more than 700,000 lyrics for more than 30,000 artists

De Camptown Races lyrics by Spike Jones

Browse by band : 0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z  |  Top 100
Lyrics  ArrowArtists : S  ArrowSpike Jones lyrics  ArrowDe Camptown Races lyrics
Hits : Rate:
Rating Rating Rating Rating Rating
 
iPod Translate
Favorites
Email Print
Customize: Left Center Right

Hide preview
De Camptown Races lyrics widget:
Click right mouse button
then click "Copy"
share De Camptown Races lyrics:
Link - Email & IM :
Link - Websites & Blogs :
Click right mouse button
then click "Copy"
Embed - Websites & Blogs :
Click right mouse button
then click "Copy"
more Spike Jones lyrics :

Spike Jones
De Camptown Races lyrics

(Camptown Races plays at the beginning and in between each bit)

Luther?
Huh Arthur?
What are ya lookin' so sad fer?
Well I'll tell ya Uncle Spike, didn't ya hear about poor ol' grampa gettin'
hurt out at the ball game?
No, how'd it happen?
Some feller stepped on his pipe.
Well, how'd that hurt him?
It was his wind pipe ye idiot.

That was awful purty. Uncle Spike, did you see that movie flicker called
The Little Foxies?
What say ye, Luther?
Are you deef, I said, did you see that movie flicker called The Little
Foxies?
No I didn't, why?
Well I seen it and I asked for my money back cause there weren't an
animal in it.

Luther?
Huh Arthur?
Did you enjoy your trip to Californy?
Yes sir I did, but my feet hurt awful bad.
What's the matter, did ya walk?
No, I rid out in one of them devil wagons, that's an automobile you
know. I told that feller that were driving to slow down cause my feet
were a hurtin.
And what'd he say Luther?
He said "What's your feet hurtin' got to do with me going fast?"
And what'd you say Luther?
I said, "The floorboard fell out in Phoenix son, and I've been a runnin'
ever since."

Luther?
Huh Arthur?
Did you put fresh water in the goldfish bowl this morning?
No I didn't, they didn't drink all I put in there last week yet.

And now ladies and gentlemen, Uncle Spike and his City Slickers will
render a real purty piece, purty to pair speckled pups under a red wagon
with a blue ribbon round their necks. Folks and the names of it get up
and like a lamp son I think I've knocked one of your ma's eyes out in a
key of deed letter digits.

(Camptown Races plays once again, and then a finale)

Bookmark:  Digg this!  Del.icio.us  StumbleUpon  Reddit  Add to Twitter  Facebook  · 
Correct lyrics   ·   Report lyrics
  De Camptown Races lyrics meanings:
Register or login first!Write your meaning to this song:
 
 
· De Camptown Races lyrics @ eLyrics.net
· De Camptown Races lyrics @ Lyricsty.com
· Spike Jones lyrics @ Mp3Lyrics.org
· De Camptown Races lyrics @ MetroLyrics.com
· De Camptown Races tab @ Lacuerda.net
I'm Yours lyrics Thinking Of You lyrics Lucky lyrics Use Somebody lyrics Knock You Down lyrics
Whatcha Say lyrics Party In The USA lyrics Misguided Ghosts lyrics Empire State Of Mind lyrics 3 lyrics
Russian Roulette lyrics Jump Then Fall lyrics Dance In The Dark lyrics Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart lyrics
Advertising | About | Contact | Terms of Use | Privacy Policy | Mobile version

LYRICSMODE (c) 2009