Oh, childhood’s joys are very great A swingin’ on his mother’s gate A eatin’ candy till his mouth Is all stuck up from north to south And other things he likes quite well That I ain’t time just here to tell But though I have to mind the rule I’d rather go to the singing school!
Chorus: Oh the singing school’s beautiful Oh, the singing school’s beautiful If you’ll have me for your teacher I shall be a happy creature For I dote upon the singing school The singing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing The singing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing The singing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing The singing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing The singing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing The singing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing The singing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing School
And it’s considered very nice To skare upon the frize up ice Unless you chance to fall ker whack! And thereby cause your head to crack And when you go from home to dine A roasted turkey’s very fine But still I think it’s more joyful To go-o-o to singing school
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Some think that nothing’s half so good As oysters roasted, fried or stewed And others think the pleasure’s more A-slidin’ on a cellar door So some think this and some think that But all agree there’s greater sat- isfaction to be always had At singing school as I have said
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Oh, sweet the breath of dewy morn A-blowing sadly through the corn While golden rays of mstic light Is heard upon the dawn of light But superfine, ecstatic bliss you’ll always find and never miss If you will only mind this rule And always go to singing school
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