Lollipops: Pop Songs for Young Rockers
Terry Taffinder Grosvenor is an internationally recognized performer and songwriter. She has carefully crafted her children's music to appeal to kids of all ages, especially those in kindergarten through fourth grade. Her use of classic children's poetry has drawn the enthusiastic acclaim of educators around the world and allowed these timeless themes to be enjoyed by today's young minds, as well as fondly remembered by parents and grandparents. In recent years, in addition to three children's albums, she has composed the music for an eighty minute children's ballet, three theme songs for the 'World Scholar-Athlete Games', hip hop recordings, the sound track for a film entitled '58 Harrison Lane,' and a collection of camp songs for the Girl Scouts of RI. Your children and grandchildren will love Terry's music and the classic children's tales you knew as a child will be enjoyed by a new generation! Song Lyrics Mama, Mama, I Want An Iguana Terry T. & Rick Grosvenor ©1997 Add'l Vocals by Nancy Grosvenor Mama, I've just seen the cutest little pet He sits on a rock and he won't be any trouble He's long and green with a skinny, pointy tail And the pet store man said in a year his size may double. They sell costumes that I can dress him up in A leather vest and a little straw hat When he gets bigger, I'll walk him on a leash And I promise you I'll stop asking for a cat, a cat, a cat.... Mama, Mama, Mama, I want an Iguana I think I'll call it Joey even if it's a girl, Mama, mama, mama, I want an Iguana l'll clean it and I'll feed it I'm never going to leave it I want an iguana - TODAY! Come on, Mama, you're really going to like him He's not that ugly and it's better than a snake Are you upset he might grow to six feet long? If you let me have him, I'll get up at daybreak And clean the house, and rake the leaves And eat up all my peas... (I'll give 'em to Joey - he loves vegetables) Mama, Mama, Mama, I want an Iguana... E-e-guana, e-e-guana (repeat) Iguana, iguana, iguana, guana, guana (Repeat) I'll clean it and feed it I'm never going to leave it I want an iguana - TODAY! Sea Shell Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997 Sea shell, sea shell, sing your song for me I'll listen well, if you will tell your story to me Sea shell, sea shell, you whisper in my ear Things that I want to hear, from under the sea Tell of the fishes that you have seen Of gray stormy weather and seas of green Tell of the islands and the tropical sands Of all the places in far away lands Sea shell, sea shell, etc. Tell of the mermaids with long, flowing hair Of sailors and hompipes and salty sea air Of black-bearded pirates and treasures of gold Of sharks and whales and stones of old Sea shell, sea shell, etc. Whisper your song to me...(repeat 2x) Sea shell Billy Goats Gruff Based on an old poem T. Grosvenor ©1997 Add'l Vocals by Rick Grosvenor Three Billy-goats by the name of Gruff Thought themselves not fat enough And looked out for a place where they could eat Saw, over the river, a sunny knoll, But the bridge was long, And the stream was strong, And under the bridge lived an ugly troll. This troll was a wicked long-nosed elf Who owned the whole of the bridge himself And when the smallest Billy Goat tried to cross The Troll called out, with a surly frown 'Who's that tripping, who's that skipping Over my bridge?, I'll gobble him down!' It's only a tiny Billy-goat Gruff Please don't eat me! For I'm very little and lean and tough. Wait for the other, wait for my brother, The second Billy-goat will soon pass by He's bigger and fatter than I!' 'Run on', said the troll, 'I'll see' Along came the second Billy-goat Gruff With his coat of shaggy stuff He stepped up on the budge and tried to cross And the Troll called out, with a ugly frown 'Who's that tripping, who's that skipping . Over my bridge?, I'll gobble him down!' "It's only the second Billy-goat Gruff Please don't eat me, I'm bigger but I'm mostly fluff Wait for the other, wait for my brother, The third Billy-goat will soon pass by. He's bigger and fatter than I!" 'Run on', said the troll, 'I'll see' Along came the third big Billy-goat Gruff He stalked on the bridge all burly and rough It creaked and groaned and the wood began to snap And the Troll roared out, with an awful frown, 'Who's that blundering, who's that thundering Over my bridge?, I'll gobble him down!' Tis I the great big Billy-goat Gruff Come out from under that bridge and see!", And his voice was heavy and hoarse and tough! I am the other, I am that brother, The biggest and the fattest and the baddest of all three!" Then on his homs all crooked and bare, He tossed that troll into the air. He flew so high that he never came down again And the Billy goats ate up on that knoll They sure took care of that wicked troll And that's the story of the Billy Goats Gruff My Lucky Day Terry T. Grosvenor @1997 I just found a four leaf clover At my feet when I looked down Now I start to smile all over I jump up high, off the ground I've got a feelin', somehow I know This happy feeling is bound to grow It could be my lucky, lucky day Then I find a daisy flower. I pick off petals, one by one. When it lands on he loves me I kick my heels and off I run. I've got a feelin', Luck can come and luck can go It's up and down like a yo-yo Try to stay happy and just maybe You'll feel lucky, wait and see. Good things have been happenin' to me I've got extra luck to spend If you want, I'll give you some It's fun to share it with a friend I've got a feelin', ... Party Dogs Terry & Rick Grosvenor ©1997 Add'l Vocals by Rick Grosvenor Have you ever wondered what your dogs are up to while you're away? - We have. When I'm feeling bored and it's getting late I just gotta go, can't procrastinate I jump to my feet, I start to salivate It's time to move, and I just can't wait My tail starts to spin around and around When I hear that crazy pounding sound The beat gets me going, it makes me feel so fine I call to my friends who live next door Come on to my house, let's hit the floor When we get together - doggone, we sure do whine We are party dogs and we love to Dance Who, who, who, who - we love to Dance (repeat 1st two lines) We shake it to the left, we shake it to the right Bye, bye fleas - you're outta sight We shake it up, we shake it down, we get around 'Cause we are party dogs. When the master's gone, it's time to play We shake our bones and move the rug away We get down on all fours, and we beat the ground We lift each leg, then we slide it down We put on rhinestone collars and slick down our fur We shake our bodies 'til the cats all purr That's why we're dog-tired after staying up all night We scratch our ears and we shake our jowls When the moon is out, you can hear our howls When we have a party, doggone we do it right We are party dogs... The River Nile Based on an old camp song Terry & Rick Grosvenor ©1994 When I build my castle on the River Nile. I will live in elegant style. Inlaid diamonds on the floor, A bamboo butler at my door. And when I marry the prince Alaboo, My blood will change from red to blue. Entertaining royalty all the while In my castle castle castle by the River Nile. Da da da um ta um te um ta da da Da da da um ta um ta um ta da da Entertaining royalty all the while In my castle, castle, castle by the River Nile. When I build my castle on the River Rhine I'll paint it gold to make it shine. Friends will come from everywhere, To see my castle in the air. And when I yodel to Prince Alaboo The hills will echo, 'I love you.' We will live so happily on cloud nine In my castle castle castle on the River Rhine. Da da da um ta um ta um ta da da Da da da um ta um la um ta da da We will live so happily on cloud nine In my castle, castle, castle on the River Rhine. Shut-Eye Train Based on a poem by Eugene Field Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997 Come, my little one, with me! There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; In your cap and gown, Don't detain the Shut-Eye train- Ting-a-ling!' the bell goes 'Toot-toot!' the whistle blows, And we hear the call: 'All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!' Swifter than a wild bird's flight, Through the realms of fleecy light Through the blue where bloom the stars Mother Moon looks down Don't detain the Shut-Eye train... Heavy are your eyes, my sweet, Weary are your lithe feet Nestle closer up to me In your cap and gown; Oh, the sights that we shall see! Golden dreams for you and me 'Toot-toot!' the whistle blows, And we hear the call "All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!' Mama Blues Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997 Add'l Vocals by Sherwoode & Nancy Grosvenor & Jacqueline Holbrook I wake up in the mornin' And there're kids in my bed One's pushing me out, One's sitting on my head Then I hear the patter of busy little feet Mom, I'm really hungry, Get me something good to eat I dress them, I feed them, I brush their teeth and comb their messy hair, We put on shoes, hats, coats and gloves And run for the door The bus is there, the bus is there. And they say - Go, Mama, go. Go, Mama, Go! You'd better get ready, you're movin' too slow! And they say Go, Mama, go. Go Mama, go! They're drivin' me crazy, but I love 'em so! The days rush by so quickly, I don't seem to get much done The work load just gets bigger, it's got me on the run When I leave my work, I pick up kids at school I drop one at piano, I drop one at the pool There's Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts, And Little League and soccer and ballet I'd really like to stop and chat, but I don't have the time, I'm on my way, I'm on my way... And they say - Go, Mama, go. Go, Mama, Go!... Where did I put this, and where did I put that... I've told you a million times You've got to feed the cat... I've got to be patient, I've really got to try But, I have those days When I could just break down and cry To remind me it's all worth it, I tiptoe in their bedrooms late at night I see those angel faces and I thank God once again That they're all right, they're all right And they say- Go, Mama, go. Go, Mama, Go! Dirty little hands and dirty little feet And tiny little mouths wantin' somethin' to eat Gotta' keep movin', gotta' get things done There's always somethin' to keep me on the run Go, Mama, go. Go, Mama, go!... The Spider & the Fly Based on a poem by Mary Hewitt Terry T. Grosvenor 01997 "Will you walk into my parlor?' said the spider to the fly 'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy The way into the parlor is up a winding stair And I have many things to show you when you're there° "Oh no, no, no, no, no,' said the little Fly 'I'd rather stay right here and let the chance go by, Oh no, no, no, no, no, you might put me in a spin If I go upstairs, I might never come down again' "I'm sure you must be weary from soaring up so high Come rest upon my pillow" said the spider to the fly. "I will close the curtains, the sheets are fine and thin Why don't you sleep awhile and I will tuck you in." Oh no, no, no, no..., The spider turned around and went into his den He knew the silly fly would soon be back again He wove a silky web in a corner way up high And set his table ready to dine upon the fly He went to his door and he began to sing, "Please come back, pretty fly, with your silver wing Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head Your eyes are like diamonds, but mine are dull as lead" It wasn't very long before our silly little fly Heard the spider's song and came slowly flitting by She was thinking of her eyes And the crest upon her head She didn't see who watched her with his eyes as dull as lead "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," said the spider to the fly, "I've waited for this moment - I won't let this chance go by." He dragged her up the stairs into his dismal den She stayed inside his parlor and she never came back again She never came back, she never came back again. She did the spin, she did the spin, And she never came back (Repeat) Simple as A, B, C Terry T. & Rick Grosvenor ©1992 It's as simple as ABC. It's as easy as 1 2 3. All you've got to do is try. Take it slowly and time will fly And you'll find, you'll get where you want to go. You've got to look before you leap. You've got to think before you speak. You've got to learn to crawl before you can walk....Oooh, oooh. You've got to add before you subtract. Start to go forward, never turn back. Step by step - You can do it, You can do it! It's as simple as A B C... You've got to walk before you run. You can turn your work into fun. You've got to learn to paddle before you can swim. Learn from mistakes, they will make you strong. You'll learn the difference between right and wrong. Trust yourself, you can do it. You can do it! It's as simple as A B C... You can really go some where. Little steps will take you there. You can climb the highest stair. And build your castles in the air. Take your time to let dreams grow. You'll get where you want to go. (Repeat) Ballerina Doll Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997 I'm a Ballerina Doll, How I love to dance How I love, how I love, How I love to dance. I live in a music box. That is where I dance, That is where, that is where That is where I dance. If you wind the music box I will spin for you. I will spin, I will spin. I will spin for you. I am spinning slowly now, Soon the song will end. Soon the song, soon the song, Soon the song will end. Wind me up another time, I will dance again I will dance, I will dance, I will dance again. If you close the music box, I will fall asleep... I will wait, I will wait, I will wait for you. The Chicken Song Based on an old poem Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997 Said the first little chicken, with a funny little squirm °I wish that I could dig up a nice juicy worm A nice juicy worm, a nice juicy worm I wish that I could dig up a nice juicy worm' Said the next little chicken, with an odd little shrug 'I wish that I could dig up a fat slimy slug A fat slimy slug, a fat slimy slug I wish that I could dig up a fat slimy slug° If this song is making you hungry and you wish you were a bird We can find you some tasty things - just say the word. Said the next little chicken - 'I know what I need, I wish that I could dig up a long centipede A long centipede, a long centipede I wish that I could dig up a long centipede' Said the last little chicken, feeling pretty smug, 'I wish that I could dig up a nice crunchy bug A nice crunchy bug, a nice crunchy bug I wish that I could dig up a nice crunchy bug° "Now, see here, said the mother, from the garden patch." If you want any breakfast, come over here and scratch Come over here and scratch, come over hear and scratch If you want any breakfast, come over here and scratch" I'm So Tired Terry T. & Rick Grosvenor ©1997 with Vocals by Rick Grosvenor I'm so tired and you'd be too, If you stayed up late the way I do. My eyes are closing, can't hold up my head And I really want to go to bed, But - Right outside my door; There's a party going on A party going on, a party going on Yes, right outside my door, There's a party going on And I just can't get to sleep. (Repeat) I am so tired, and you'd be too If you stayed awake the way I do My eyes are closing, can't hold up my head And I really, really, want to go to bed - But! Right outside my door, There's a party going on... I am so tired, you would be too.. If you stayed awake the way I do! My eyes am closing, can't hold up my head And I really, really want to go to bed -RIGHT NOW! But, right outside my door, the Party's breaking up The party's freaking up, the Party's breaking up Yes, right outside my door, the Party's breaking up And now, I'M WIDE AWAKE! All songs composed, arranged and performed by Terry T. Grosvenor Vocals by Terry T. Grosvenor,ASCAP; other vocalists noted on individual pieces. All Songs & Arrangements,©1997, R&T Grosvenor Publishing, ASCAP Engineered and Recorded by RichardC.Grosvenor, Digital Editing by Viscount Records This compilation was produced and digitally mastered by R&T Grosvenor Publishing in Newport, RI at may not be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in whole or in part or by any means, electronic or mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the prior written permission of R&T Grosvenor Publishing Jacket Art & Design by Richard C. Grosvenor All of the individual songs on this album are protected by copyrights. 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