REACH UP Words & Music © 1997 Roger Day From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo Some days I just want to stay in bed Pull the covers on my head And sleep another hundred years Some days I just want to be like Rip Van Winkle Snore my way through every storm and sprinkle Till I hear my mother knock, knock, knocking on my door She says get up don’t be a bore Reach up stretch your fingers Reach up put your hands up high Reach up on your tip toes Reach up til you touch the sky Some days I don’t want to go to school And learn some algebraic rule I know I’ll never use again without a calculator Some days I just want to close my eyes Dream away the sunny skies Til I hear my father calling to me soft and low He says get up it’s time to go Reach up stretch your fingers Reach up put your hands up high Reach up on your tip toes Reach up til you touch the sky

MOSQUITO BURRITO Words & Music © 1997 Roger Day From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo You can talk about your hot dogs (Yuck!) And your peanut butter too (Yuck!) Pepperoni Pizza (Yuck!) Just makes my stomach blue (Yuck!) Ice cream is so disgusting (Yuck!) And french fries make me sick (Yuck!) So if you want to fix my favorite dish Just one thing does the trick... CHORUS Oh, yes I mean a mosquito A mosquito burrito I like to smash ‘em in my hands-o Spread ‘em on a tortill-o Roll ‘em up and take a bite-o Rub my stomach while I swallow If you’re really my amigo Give me mosquito burritos You can serve me a big hamburger (Yuck!) With ketchup on the top (Yuck!) You can try to make me eat it (Yuck!) But I’ll only holler STOP! There’s really only one dish And it’s a culinary feast You might never guess the taste that I like best Comes from a little beast... CHORUS Either plain or con queso I want mosquito burritos Forget about the cherry jello I want mosquito burritos

ROCKIN’ ABCS Words & Music © 1997 From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo Starts with the traditional “ABC” song ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP QRSTU&V WXYZ! I said ABCDEFG Everybody after me (ABCDEFG Everybody after me) HIJKL&M OP once again (HIJKL&M OP once again) QRSTU&V WXYZ! Everybody after me now... AB - AB! CD - CD! EF - EF! GH - GH! IJ - IJ! KL - KL! MN - MN! OP - OP! QRSTU&V WXYZ! A little louder now! (Repeat above) Let’s take it back to the beginning now... ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP QRSTU&V WXYZ!

HERE COMES MR. SNAKE Words & Music © 1997 Roger Day From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo He likes to shimmy. He likes to shake Here comes Mr. Snake He ain’t got no shoulders. He ain’t got no legs He’s got no belly button.‘Cause he was hatched from an egg He’s the cold-blooded creature with the three-chamber heart Moving like a slinky through your backyard Singing woo..woo..(sss..sss..) Singing woo..woo..(sss..sss..) Singing woo..woo..(sss..sss..) Singing woo..woo..(sss..sss..) He likes to shimmy. He likes to shake Here comes Mr. Snake He might hide in the briars He might hide in the sand He might hide in your bathtub And slip through your hands He might look like a rake He might look like a rock He might look like a hosepipe Or even your sock He ain’t got no wristwatch - because he’s got no wrist He can’t kiss his girlfriend - because he’s got no lips He sssleeps all winter in his sssecret den He wakes up in ssspring time and he sheds his ssskin! Singing woo..woo..(sss..sss..) Singing woo..woo..(sss..sss..) Singing woo..woo..(sss..sss..) Singing woo..woo..(sss..sss..) He likes to shimmy. He likes to shake Here comes Mr. Snake

TOOKALAMOGA Words & Music © 1997 Roger Day From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo My best friend is a turtle Tookalamoga is her name You might wonder why I Call her something strange It’s ‘cause I saw her walking One morning down my street And that’s the sound I heard her Making with her feet Too, Too, Tookalamoga Too, Too, Tookalamoga Too, Too, Tookalamoga That’s my turtle’s name I hope she doesn’t bore you Because she walks so slow But she must carry her house Everywhere she goes So if you see her walking One morning down your road You’ll know what to call her When you say ‘hello’ (HELLO!!) Too, Too, Tookalamoga Too, Too, Tookalamoga Too, Too, Tookalamoga That’s my turtle’s name

MY FIRST LOOSE TOOTH Words & Music by Roger Day © 1997 From the CD Rock ‘n ‘ Roll Rodeo I woke up this morning and I started my day I stumbled out of bed and I made my way Down to the kitchen where I poured some juice That’s when I noticed that my tooth was loose! I can tell you’re thinking right off the bat I don’t see what’s so great about that It’s something that happens nearly every single day To kids from Canada to Tampa Bay Well, you might be right; that might be true But maybe someday this will happen to you... Maybe one morning when you’re putting on your shirt You’ll notice that your mouth is starting to hurt You’ll rush up to the mirror and open up wide And notice there’s a tooth that’s loose inside! Now the very first thing you’re gonna wanna do Is reach up with your finger to see if it moves You’ll wiggle it left then you’ll wiggle it right Till it wiggles all morning and it wiggles all night You’ll wiggle it at school and you’ll wiggle it at home You’ll wiggle it in crowds and you’ll wiggle it alone You’ll wiggle it for friends and you’ll wiggle it for foes You’ll wiggle it for everybody everywhere you go! Until you wiggle it one little wiggle too far... And it pops right out wherever you are!! Well, now you’ve got a hole where your tooth used to be And you’re feeling pretty strange ‘cause you can taste it bleed And you’re telling everybody I’M GONNA BE SICK!! That’s when you figure out a brand new trick ‘Cause you spread your lips and clamp your jaws And still have room to stick your straw To slurp your milk or gurgle up your coke Impress your friends and embarrass your folks! So now you’re thinking, “Hey, this is pretty fun!” When the very best part is yet to come Cause when you get back home and you’re ready for bed You can stick that tooth underneath your head And if everything goes exactly right The tooth fairy comes in the middle of the night She sneaks in your room when you’re sound asleep And she leaves a little cash where your tooth used to be So, you’re still sitting there thinking “I know that scene. Everybody’s done that whole routine.” Well, you might be right: I might be wrong. It might not be worth writing a song Except for one little thing you see It’s the very first time it’s happened to me...The End

MY INVISIBLE DINOSAUR Words & Music © 1997 Roger Day From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo This ain’t no time for napping No, this is time for fingersnapping So if you want this song to happen Let me see your toes start tapping... Guess what I’ve got in my pocket? It’s my invisible dinosaur! I found him in my closet Hiding in my toys That were piled on the floor Maybe you can see him too I think I see him crawling in your shoes Guess what I’ve got in my pocket? It’s my invisible dinosaur! He prefers the rainy weather He likes to play in the mud outside He doesn’t even need an umbrella Because invisible dinosaurs always stay dry He likes to sleep in the bed with me He scares away the monsters that I can’t see Guess what I’ve got in my pocket? It’s my invisible dinosaur All right, let’s hear your dinosaur ROAR!! Show me your dinosaurs CLAWS!! Last but not least -You’ve got to show me your dinosaur TEETH!! He likes to sneak in the kitchen -Late at night He finds yesterday’s pizza - And takes a bite...CHOMP! Guess what I’ve got in my pocket? It’s my invisible dinosaur I found him in my closet Hiding in the toys that were piled on the floor He’s your friend too so don’t be scared I think I see him crawling in your hair Guess what I’ve got in my pocket? It’s my invisible dinosaur

I GOT HANDS Words & Music © 1997 Roger Day From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo I got hands to throw my baseball - hands to ride my bike Hands to wave hello to the people I like I got hands to catch the telephone - hands to check the mail Hands to row my boat when there’s a hole in my sail REFRAIN I got a hand on my left I got a hand on my right I gotta hand it to me My hands are all right I got hands to hold the hammer - hands to hold the nail Hands to build a tree house at the end of the trail I got hands to pet my puppy - hands to pet my cat Hands to pet my rhino what do you think about that REFRAIN CHORUS I got hands, how ‘bout you! I got hands to tie my shoe You can ask anybody from here to Japan I got ten little fingers on my two big hands I got hands to open windows - hands to open doors Hands to dump my toys in the middle of the floor I got hands to button buttons - hands to zip my pants Hands to take ‘em off when they get filled up with ants! REFRAIN I got hands to throw the Frisbee - hands to blow a kiss Hands to hold the rod when I’m reeling in a fish I got hands to make a circle - hands to make a square Hands to make me scary like a grizzly bear REFRAIN CHORUS

CAN YOU POINT YOUR FINGER? Words & Music Day © 1997 Roger Day From the CD Rock ‘n ‘ Roll Rodeo Can you point your finger at your nose Can you point your finger at your nose Can you show everybody where the bad smells go Can you point your finger at your nose CHORUS Can you point it to the left Can you point it to the right Can you point it in a circle when you’re spinning out of sight Can you point it at the ceiling Can you point it at the floor Can you point it ‘til your pointy little finger gets sore! Can you point your finger at your eye Can you point your finger at your eye Can you show ‘em where you see Can you show ‘em where you cry Can you point your finger at your eye CHORUS Can you point your finger at your ear Can you point your finger at your ear If they want to tell a secret tell ‘em they can whisper hear Can you point your finger at your ear CHORUS Can you point your finger at your mouth Can you point your finger at your mouth Can you show ‘em all your teeth both north and south Can you point your finger at your mouth CHORUS Can you point your finger at your heart Can you point your finger at your heart Can you show everybody where your love starts Can you point your finger at your heart CHORUS

JUMP UP & TURN AROUND Words & Music © 1997 Roger Day (All Rights Reserved) From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo There’s no time for sadness There’s no time for tears There’s no time for albatrosses hanging around us here It’s time for laughter And it’s time for fun It’s time to make our circle big enough for everyone CHORUS Jump up, jump up, jump up and turn around Jump up, jump up, jump up and turn around Jump up, jump up, jump up and turn around Everybody turn around There’s no time for dark clouds There’s no time for rain There’s no time to use our voice to grumble and complain It’s time for celebration With great big smiles It’s time to say goodbye to all our troubles for awhile CHORUS Now everybody stop! And look to your right And tell that person there “Hey, man, you’re all right!!” Now everybody turn back The other way Shake that person’s hand right there and say “ Hey, man, you’re okay!!” CHORUS

MARVIN, THE MARVELOUS MOOSE Words & Music © 1997 Roger Day From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo Marvin, he is a marvelous moose He’s got hairy antlers and his front teeth are loose He’s the biggest kid in school The other kids think he’s cool They call him Marvin, the Marvelous Moose Marvin, he likes to play football He can’t say “Hup” he just does the moose call Arooo! is the moose call a! when he plays football They call him Marvin, the Marvelous Moose Marvin’s favorite class is lunch We don’t know what it is but he sure eats a bunch He thinks he’s in a stable So he eats under the table That’s Marvin, the Marvelous Moose And if you’re feeling sad and lonely He’ll give you a furry moose hug And tell you life is marvelous He’ll tell you life is marvelous Life is always marvelous with Marvin, the Marvelous Moose Marvin, he is a marvelous moose He’s got hairy antlers and his front teeth are loose And if you want to be his friend Then sing this song again For Marvin, the Marvelous Moose That’s Marvin, the Marvelous Moose That’s Marvin, the Marvelous Moose

THE BEAR WHO SINGS, “BOOGALA, BOOGALA, BAH!” Words & Music © 1997 Roger Day From the CD Rock ‘n’ Roll Rodeo Oh, I am the bear who sings “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” With nary a care singing “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” I run through the forest, chasing all the bees Singing, “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” Oh, I am the bear who sings “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” With nary a care singing “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” I eat all the berries in the briar patch Singing “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” Oh, I am the bear who sings “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” With nary a care singing “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” I hop on my ‘hind legs and give a great big growl Singing “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” Oh, I am the bear who sings “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” With nary a care singing “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” I yawn every winter when I hibernate Singing “Boogala, Boogala, Bah!” Goodnight!