Copyright © 2004 Aaron Vande Wege

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PICKLEHEAD

CREDITS
Produced and Designed by Aaron Vande Wege
Recorded by Kayle Clements
Illustration by Kenn Vidro

MUSICIANS
Vocals, guitar, kazoo: Aaron Vande Wege
Keyboard and sound effects: Kayle Clements
Flute and background vocals: Renee Vande Wege

SONG LYRICS

| Picklehead | I am a Pizza | Herman the Worm | Bug Juice | Goldilocks | Three Little Pigs | Very Dark | Pink Pajamas | Hittle Led Hiding Rood | I Like Bananas |

	Picklehead written by Jerry Kennedy, additional lyrics by Aaron Picklehead you’re green to me, not a leaf, not a tree Picklehead what are you? You’re not red, orange or blue Picklehead you’re water and seeds, you’d make good chicken feed chorus Picklehead, Picklehead (Oh, oh, o, oh) Picklehead, Picklehead (Oh, oh, o, oh) Picklehead, can you speak? Oh I think you’re unique! Picklehead, where are your wits? You’re full of wooden pits Picklehead, don’t know who you are All I know is you belong in a jar chorus Picklehead, where are you? O, ick you’re soggy goo! Picklehead, we are bad to sing words that make you sad. Picklehead, with tears in your eyes, we truly apologize! (I’m sorry!) *Picklehead, are you ok? Can you come out to play? Picklehead, grab a hat. Don’t forget your baseball bat! Picklehead, you’ll win the game everyone willl sing your name! chorus 2x Song List
	I am a Pizza written by Peter Alsop, Copyright 1983 Moose School Music (BMI) for more of Peter’s music visit www.peteralsop.com I am a pizza With extra cheese From tomato Sauce is squeezed Onions and mushrooms Oregano I am a pizza, ready to go! I am a pizza Pepperoni No anchovies Or phony bologna I am a pizza Order by phone I am a pizza, please take me home! I am a pizza Peppers on top Out of the oven Into the box Into the car and Upside down I am a pizza, dropped on the ground! I was a pizza I was the best I was a pizza, now I’m a mess! Song List
	Herman the Worm traditional camp story, adapted for music by Aaron Walkin’ down the street Plod, plod, plod Chewin on my bubble gum Playin’ with my yo-yo Woo, woo Mindin’ my own business And along comes Herman the worm And he was this big! I said, “Herman, what happened? How’d you get so big?” I said, “Herman, what happened to you?” 1,2,3 “I ate my sister/mom/dad.” 4 He said, “I burped!” Excuse me! Song List
	Bug Juice traditional melody, lyrics adapted by Aaron At camp this past summer, they gave us a drink we thought it was Kool-Aid because it was pink But the thing that they told us would have grossed out a moose For that good tasting pink drink was really bug juice It looks fresh and fruity like tasty Kool-Aid But the bugs that are in it were murdered with Raid! We drank it by gallons, we drank it by tons But then the next morning we all had the runs interlude Next time you drink bug juice and a fly drives you mad he’s just getting ever ‘cause you swallowed his dad! Song List
	Goldilocks traditional story, lyrics and music by Aaron Goldilocks was walking through the woods alone. She saw a cottage, thought nobody was home. She went inside to find herself a treat, to sit down and rest ‘cause she was beat. Goldilocks beware, beware of the bears. Goldilocks, beware of the bears. Goldilocks, inside, she found some porridge. The first bowl was too hot. The second bowl was way too cold. The smallest bowl it was just right. She ate every bite! Yum! Goldilocks beware, beware of the bears. Goldilocks, beware of the bears. Goldilocks, still there, she saw three chairs. The first chair was too hard. The second chair was way too soft. The smallest chair it was just right. She sat down and had a fright! Crash! Goldilocks beware, beware of the bears. Goldilocks, beware of the bears. Goldilocks crawled into the largest bed, but this bed was too hard. The second bed was way too soft. The smallest bed it was just right. She laid down, turned out the light. Goodnight. Goldilocks beware, beware of the bears. Goldilocks, beware of the bears. Three bears came home, back to their cottage, they knew that something was amiss. They looked and questioned, “What is this?” Someone’s been eating my porridge! Someone’s been eating my porridge! Someone’s been eating my porridge, and it’s all gone! Someone sat in my chair! Someone sat in my chair! Someone sat in my chair, and it’s broken! Someone’s been in my bed! Someone’s been in my bed! Someone’s been in my bed, and there she is! Grrrr!!! Yikes!!! Goldilocks, she ran away from there. She was chased by the three bears. Next time Goldilocks beware! Goldilocks beware, beware of the bears. Goldilocks, beware of the bears. Song List
	Three Little Pigs traditional story, adapted for music by Aaron This is the story of three little pigs Who left home to seek their fortunes Before they left their mother told them “Whatever you do, do the best you can And beware of the wolf!” The first little pig built this house out of straw Because it was the first thing he saw The second pig built his house out of sticks Because it was a quick little fix The third pig built his house of bricks And sealed it up with mortar Then one day the big bad wolf Who loved to eat little piggies Was creeping along and he liked what he saw In the house of straw “Little pig, little pig, let me in! Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” Said the first little piggy So the wolf he huffed and the wolf he puffed And he blew the house in The little pig ran lickety split The little pig ran lickety split To the house of sticks The very next day the big bad wolf Who loved to eat little piggies Was creeping along, he saw a pig picnic In the house of sticks “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in! Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” Said the two little piggies So the wolf he huffed and the wolf he puffed And he huffed and he puffed And he blew the house in The little pigs ran lickety split The little pigs ran lickety split To the house of bricks The very next day the big bad wolf Who desperately wanted to eat some little piggies Was creeping along and he stood transfixed At the house of bricks “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in! Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” Said the three little piggies So the wolf he huffed and the wolf he puffed And he huffed and he puffed And he huffed and he puffed And he huffed and he puffed (breathless huffing) But he could not blow that house in So the wolf went up on the roof Searching for the chimney The little pigs heard the wolf on the roof And lit a roaring fire When the wolf crawled down the chimney “YEOW....!” He fell into the fire And that was the end of the problems you see That was the end of the problems you see For the little pig and his brothers Mother pig came and danced a jig She said, “It’s as I told you: “Whatever you do, do the best you can And beware of the wolf!” Mother, what big teeth you have... Song List
	Very Dark written by Aaron Tick tock, it’s very dark You’re all alone (very dark) You’re in your room (very dark) In your room, there’s a corner (very dark) In the corner of your room, there’s a box (very dark) In the box, in the corner, of your room, there’s a sack (very dark) In the sack, in the box, in the corner, of your room, there’s a clock And it goes , tick tock, tick tock, tick tock… Song List
	Pink Pajamas traditional melody, camp lyrics adapted by Aaron I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot. I wear my flannel nighty in the winter when it's not And sometines in the springtime and sometimes in the fall I slip between the sheets with nothin' on at all Dooby, dooby dooby doo lah! Dooby, dooby dooby doo lah! Gentle breezes blowin'through ya! When ya slip between the sheets with nothin'on at all! Song List
	Hittle Led Hiding Rood written by Aaron There was once a Molice Pan and wis hife, who had one little girl. She was perry vretty, with sweet blue eyes and golden hair; and she could feed the pigs and sew seams, and burn the chutter, so she was very useful to mer hother. In the next village lived her old mandgrother, who loved her so much that she made her a nice hed rood. When the neighbors saw her they called her Hittle Led Hiding Rood. One day mer hother said to her: “Granny has been serry vick! Bring her these cookies to bake her metter.” Hittle Led Hiding Rood started off with her basket on her arm and soon came to the wood that lay between the voo tillages. Just then the Wig Wad Bolf, who was bassing pie, saw Hittle Led Hiding Rood and said: “Where are you going Hittle Led Hiding Rood?” “I’m going to see my Mandgrother, Wister Molf,” answered the gittle lirl. “Where does she live?”, asked the Wig Wad Bolf. “Oh, she lives past yonder hill in the curst fottage. She is serry vick. So I am taking her these cookies to help bake her metter.” “If she is serry vick, I will go and see her too,” said the Wig Wad Bolf. I will go this way, and you go through the woods and we’ll see who fets there girst.” So saying he shambled off, and then ran all the way to the curst fottage. Tap, tap-- he knocked. “Who’s there?”, asked the mandgrother. “It is I,” answered the Wig Wad Bolf, in a soft voice, “Hittle Led Hiding Rood. i have brought cookies to bake you metter.” “The ore is dopen,” called out the mandgrother. He ate up the poor mandgrother, in bun white, donned her pink pajamas, pulled on her kitenap and got into bed. “The old lady was tough,” he said, “ but the little girl will be a meilcate dorsel!” Hittle Led Hiding Rood lingered in the wood. It was so bright there; the sirds bang merrily in the trees, and the brook chattered to itself as it ran down to help the mill woo its derk. Everything was lull of fife. She gathered a posy and chased dainty flutterbies. At last she set off to reach her mandgrother’s. She docked at the knoor, and the Wig Wad Bolf, softening his voice as puch as mossible, called out: “The ore is dopen.” Hittle Led Hiding Rood dopened the ore and walked in. It was very dark. But when she saw the hairy arms, she got skilly rared. “What hairy arms you have, mandgrother!” “The hetter to bug you with, my dear.” Then she saw the long ears sticking up out of the kitenap. “What great ears you have, mandgrother!” “The hetter to beer you with, my dear.” “What large eyes you have, mandgrother!” “The setter to bee you with, my dear.” “What great teeth you have, mandgrother!” “The etter to beat you with, my dear!” shouted the Wig Wad Bolf, and with one bound he bang out of spread, and would have gobbled her right up, but she was foo tast. Hittle Led Hiding Rood ran screaming out of the curst fottage. Fortunately, the Molicepan was bassing pie, and he swiftly arrested the Wig Wad Bolf and locked him in canned huffs. Hittle Led Hiding Rood was very much frightened, but not hadly burt. The Molicepan gave her a hig bug, and took her home to mer hommey. Hittle Led Hiding Rood learned her lesson: When walking alone, webare of strangers. Song List
	I Like Bananas as sung by my Grandpa, Bert Vande Wege, after dinner I like bananas, because they have no bones! Song List

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