BOO HOO HOO
Written by: Antonio Andrade/Mark Stuart
I CRIED BOO HOO HOO
I CRIED
I CRIED AND CRIED
I CRIED AND CRIED BOO HOO HOO HOO
THERE’S A FAMILY STORY MY MAMA WOULD TELL
HOW I DID MY JOB AND I RANG THE BELL
THE CHIPMUNKS SANG ABOUT A HOLE HOOP
I CRIED WHEN SHE FLUSHED MY FIRST POOP I CRIED
SILVER BELLS AND CANDY LANE
A RIDE TO PHILLY ON THE POTTSVILLE TRAIN
KIDS GET EXCITED WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES
I FORGOT TO ASK SANTA FOR A SET OF DRUMS
CHORUS
SISTER SCHOOL RECESS SPECIAL FRIDAY CANTEEN
MY NICKEL ROLLED UNDER THE MILK MACHINE
ON MY HANDS AND KNEES LOOKING UNDERNEATH
SOME GIRL SAT ON MY HEAD TWO BROKEN FRONT TEETH I CRIED
THOSE CHICKENS STARTED OUT AS EASTER PEEPS
BY SUMMER PECKING AT SISTER’S KNEES
GRANDMA GOT HER HATCHET AND BLOCK
THREE HEADLESS CHICKENS CHOP CHOP CHOP
CHORUS
MAMA SMILED WHEN SHE HEARD SISTER SAY
I’M GETTING MARRIED AT THE END OF MAY
NO ONE ASKED HOW LONG IT HAD BEEN PLANNED
THERE WAS A PARTY AT THE FARM I WAS JAMMIN’ WITH THE BAND I CRIED
DAD WAS LIVING MAMA WAS GONE
NINETY YEARS OLD STILL GOING STRONG
SEEING HIM WITH HER NOT AROUND
THAT DAM BROKE THAT RAIN FELL DOWN
CHORUS
Written by: Antonio Andrade/Mark Stuart
I CRIED BOO HOO HOO
I CRIED
I CRIED AND CRIED
I CRIED AND CRIED BOO HOO HOO HOO
THERE’S A FAMILY STORY MY MAMA WOULD TELL
HOW I DID MY JOB AND I RANG THE BELL
THE CHIPMUNKS SANG ABOUT A HOLE HOOP
I CRIED WHEN SHE FLUSHED MY FIRST POOP I CRIED
SILVER BELLS AND CANDY LANE
A RIDE TO PHILLY ON THE POTTSVILLE TRAIN
KIDS GET EXCITED WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES
I FORGOT TO ASK SANTA FOR A SET OF DRUMS
CHORUS
SISTER SCHOOL RECESS SPECIAL FRIDAY CANTEEN
MY NICKEL ROLLED UNDER THE MILK MACHINE
ON MY HANDS AND KNEES LOOKING UNDERNEATH
SOME GIRL SAT ON MY HEAD TWO BROKEN FRONT TEETH I CRIED
THOSE CHICKENS STARTED OUT AS EASTER PEEPS
BY SUMMER PECKING AT SISTER’S KNEES
GRANDMA GOT HER HATCHET AND BLOCK
THREE HEADLESS CHICKENS CHOP CHOP CHOP
CHORUS
MAMA SMILED WHEN SHE HEARD SISTER SAY
I’M GETTING MARRIED AT THE END OF MAY
NO ONE ASKED HOW LONG IT HAD BEEN PLANNED
THERE WAS A PARTY AT THE FARM I WAS JAMMIN’ WITH THE BAND I CRIED
DAD WAS LIVING MAMA WAS GONE
NINETY YEARS OLD STILL GOING STRONG
SEEING HIM WITH HER NOT AROUND
THAT DAM BROKE THAT RAIN FELL DOWN
CHORUS