Napper's Delight ~ lyrics

Sally Ann
Is a traditional song, butchered by Dean Jones

Did you ever see a muskrat Sally Ann
Draggin’ his slick tail through the sand
Playin’ his banjo with the band
Did you ever see a muskrat Sally Ann

Ever see a muskrat, Sally, Sally
Ever see a muskrat, Sally Ann

Make my living in a sandy land
Drink my tea from a coffee can
One little baby in either hand
Saying “I love you, I’m your greatest fan”

I love you, little Sally, Sally
I love you, little Sally Ann

Sift that meal and save the bran
Slug and Lima got a wedding plan
Shake that left foot Sally Ann
Don’t mind the music it’s Steely Dan

Goin’ to a wedding with Sally, Sally
Goin’ to a wedding with Sally Ann

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Hermit crab
By Dean Jones

Hermit crab looking for a shell
Crawled into a tuba bell

Crawl in slowly, doze out dozey
Breathe in mouthly, home in housey

Inch worm walked a mile and a half
Fell asleep in a tulip bath

Teeny little critter, ‘bout a millimeter
Slide and slither, lively liver

Minnows swimming in a school
Stand askance a tidal pool

Swim on swishy, beaucoup fishies
Pesky little pieces, settle down nicely

Flower flicking flies away
Don’t freak out, you’ll be ok

Coco rosie, picking posies
Synaesthesia, wanna be ya

Daisy doozie, what’s a hoosie
Why oh wheresie, we’re on a tearsie

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Wheelin’ and Dealin’
by Dean Jones and Emily Curtis
from our old band, the Harmonica Virgins

I’m wheelin’ and dealin’
I’m wheelin’ and dealin’ etc

I’ll give you the stars, if you give me the sun
Oh yeah, little baby, the deal is done

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Bygones
by Dean Jones

Let the bygones flutter by on their way to yesterday
Let the bygones flutter by on their way to yesterday
I don’t have to tell you

Let the bygones flutter by on their way to yesterday
I don’t have to tell you. You already know
Children are beautiful people
I don’t have to tell you. You already know
People are beautiful too, even you.

Let the worms do their jobs. Let the sun have it’s fun
Let time heal our scars,
let the weeds break through the ground

I don’t have to tell you. You already know
You learn by what you see and hear and feel

I don’t have to tell you…..
You already know.

Beauty inside and all around and there’s love at the core
Frailty, thy name is everything. Everything

I don’t have to tell you, you already know
You teach us more than we can know
I don’t have to tell you. You already know.

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Grow Little Flower
By Dean Jones

You grow little flower, you grow so flowerly
Little beetle, you be so beetley
Drop rain drop, do what you do
If you drop on me, I promise I’ll absorb you

High up in the clouds, the sky so heavenly
Happenstance is the way it was meant to be
Little babies floatin’ all around
Waitin’ for the right time to come on down

Hello little apple, you taste so appley
You dropped from the tree so happily
The seeds inside each have their own minds
They’re tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’

I hopped a train and I rode it fast
Ungulates starin’ up at me all aghast
Fee-fi-fo baby, fee-fi-fum
Oh man, it made my brain go numb

Well I heard the call and I followed some sheep
Time makes you round and space makes you deep
Half a million ewes can’t be wrong
That’s why I’m singing this song (2X)

You wiggle little wormy, you worm so wiggly
Low end of the food chain, unfortunately
Go robin, bring a worm to your babies
They’re peepin’ so babily

You grow little flower, you grow so flowerly
Little beetle, you be so beetley
oh baby you sing so songily
Next time round, sing it along with me

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Needs
By Dean Jones

A bee needs a flower. A flower needs a bee.
Waves need the wind, and a fish needs the sea.
Bricks need mortar. A hammer needs a nail.
Heart needs aorta, and the water needs a pail

Every little fish floating in the sea
will eat or be eaten, eventually.
Minutes become hours. Hours become days.
Millennia will show us the meaning of our ways

A tree needs sunshine. Its roots need rain.
The seasons need each other to start it all again.
A foot needs a ball. A ping needs a pong.
A song needs voices, and voices need a song.

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Turtle dove
Is traditional, with new words by Dean Jones

poor little turtle dove sitting in the pines
crying for your true love
don't you cry for mine, don’t you cry for mine

buttercup, buttercup on a sunny day
fairweather friend, don't you look the other way
look the other way

all of my days are numbered and they're named
Friday to Friday, no two are the same
there's no two are the same

deep underneath the roaring waterfall
stone by stone, they're the smoothest of them all
the smoothest of them all

bees in a hive and bears in a den
all that I want is someone to call a friend
someone to call a friend

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Chase the butterflies
by Dean Jones, is based on a song called Hunt the Buffalo, which is in the Public Domain

Rise you up my dearest dears and present to me your hands
And we’ll all run away to some far and distant lands
Where we don’t know what for, and nobody asks us why
We’ll ramble and we’ll range, and we’ll chase the butterflies

We’ll camp beneath the pines and the tall majestic oaks
Rub two sticks together, a fire for to coax
The gullies and ravines, we will scout from up on high
As we jump from peak to peak
And we’ll chase the butterflies

The brooks and the streams are babbling away
We sway while we sing, and we’re singing as we sway
And try as we might, well we may as well try
To live our lives this way and to chase the butterflies

Well I’ve heard about a time of so little empathy
For all the living things from sea to shining sea
When they’d hunt the buffalo ‘til there weren’t any left
Now we all feel this pain, and we all feel bereft

So we’ll ramble to the east, and we’ll roam to the west
And everywhere we are is the place we like the best
And we’ll open our wide eyes and look up to the sky
We’ll dream and live our days
And we’ll chase the butterflies

We’ll dream and live our days and we’ll chase the butterflies

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Walk along
Is a traditional song that has been butchered mercilessly
until there’s hardly anything left to it
New Words and Music by Dean Jones

Come on children and hush your squalking
All join hands and let’s go walking
Walk along kid with your new shoes on
Walk along kid with your new shoes on

Come on kid, stop your fighting
You can’t be loose ‘til you un-tighten
Loosen up kid, or walk right along
Loosen up kid, or walk on home

Count your crows and you count your magpies
Time will tell when it’s time to fly
Fly on kid with your red wings on
Fly on kid with your red wings on

Well turn your thoughts right down to nil
Oh rest your head on your nilly little pillow
Walk along kid with your nightcap on
Walk along kid with your nightcap on

Come on little children give in to the rhythm
Time ticks on in eternal cataclysm
Time ticks on, we’re singing a song
Time ticks on while we’re singing a song

Come on little children, now stop your talking
All join hands and let’s get to walking
Walk along children, with your new shoes on
Walk along children, with your old shoes on

Count your crows, and you count your magpies
Time will tell when it’s time to fly
Fly on kid with your red wings on
Fly on kid with your red wings on

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Sweet thing
Is a traditional song, with new words by Dean Jones

What you gonna do when the milk runs out, sweet thing
What you gonna do when the milk runs out, sweet thing
What you gonna do when the milk runs out
Sit in the corner with your mouth in a pout, sweet thing
Sweet thing, sweet thing

What you gonna do when the bees start buzzin’, sweet thing (2x)
What you gonna do when the bees start buzzin’
Pick a bunch of flowers, give the bees about a dozen, sweet thing
Sweet thing, sweet thing

What you gonna do when the cats start purrin’, sweet thing (2x)
What you gonna do when the cats start to purr
Nuzzle on up and put your nose in the fur, sweet thing

The sun and the moon seem to go up and down, sweet thing (2x)
One comes up while the other comes down
There’s even more to it once you’ve been around, sweet thing

What you gonna do when your lids get heavy, sweet thing (2x)
Your eyelids and heavy and your head’s in a fog
Lie right down and sleep like a log, sweet thing

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Hush little baby
Is as traditional as pie.
Dean Jones made it out of artichokes and thistles.

Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won’t sing
Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that bling’s too much for you
Papa’s gonna find you a second hand shoe
And when that shoe’s seen better days
Papa’s gonna get you a flower vase

And if that flower vase gets broke
Papa’s gonna pick you an artichoke
And if that artichoke pricks your mouth
Papa’s gonna build you a cardboard house

When that cardboard house gets wet
Papa’s gonna buy you a croquet set
And if those croquet balls get lost
Papa’s gonna make you a salad, tossed

And when that salad’s all eaten up
Papa’s gonna find you a runaway pup
And if that little pup gets big
Papa’s gonna get you a zag to zig

And if that ziggy zag falls down
Papa’s gonna make you a flower crown
And if that flower crown turns brown
You’re still the prettiest baby in town

Well remember that silent mockingbird
Just waiting for the magic word
And the diamond’s cruel legacy
Says you better learn your history

But the baby has no need to know
Breathing very deep and slow
Dreaming of who knows what thing
Papa’s gotta find a new song to sing

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Filly and dilly
Was a nursery rhyme, butchered by Dean Jones, who added words and music

Lavender’s blue, Dilly, lavender’s blue
Who told you, Filly, who told you?

Bird is the word, that’s what I heard
I heard it too, Filly, I heard it too

Got to make hay while the sun shines
Hit the hay while the moon’s high in the sky

Money is green, Filly, money is green
Not everywhere, Dilly, not everywhere

Bells tintinabulate in the air
Use your big words, Dilly, I say they ring

Valley is high, Dilly, mountain is low
Yes I agree, Filly, yes meaning no

Rigamarole, Dilly, doesn’t suit me
Nor does it me, that folly, Filly

Skimmers and terns, skimmers and terns
Water birds, Dilly, water birds

A whale of a fluke, a fluke of a whale
I’ll try my luck but I won’t go to jail

Got to make hay while the sun shines
Hit the hay while the moon’s high in the sky

Lavender’s blue, Dilly, lavender’s blue
Who told you, Filly, who told you?

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Tiny fishes
by Dean Jones

Tiny fishes in a row
How do you know which way to go?
Tiny fishes in a row
How do you know which way to go?

All you birds that make a V
Can you see that you make a V?
If there were enough of you
You could make a W

Ants go here and ants go there
Seem like you are everywhere
Do you have a reason now?
Do you know why like you seem to know how?

All you people in your cars
How do you know which way to go?
From the sky you look like ants
It’s a strange and mysterious dance

Tiny fishes in a row
How do you know which way to go?
Do you think I’ll ever see
Which is the way to go for me?

Which is the way to go for me?

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