On Top Of My Pizza
(Tune: On Top Of Old Smokey)
Heart of America

On top of my pizza
All covered with sauce
Could not find the mushrooms
I think they got lost.

I looked in the closet
I looked in the sink
I looked in the cup that
Held my cola drink.

I looked in the saucepan
Right under the lid
No matter where I looked
Those mushrooms stayed hid.

Next time you make pizza
I’m begging you please
Do not give me mushrooms
But just plain old cheese.

Lollipop
(Tune: Harrigan)
Heart of America

L O double L I, P O P spells lollipop, lollipop
That’s the very bestest kind of candy, candy.
The guy who made it,
must have been a dandy, dandy.
L O double L I, P O P you see,
It’s a lick from a stick
Guaranteed to make you sick
Lollipop for me.

C A S T O R, O I L spells castor oil, castor oil.
That’s the very bestest kind
of medicine, medicine.
The guy who made it
must have been Edison, Edison.
C A S T O R, O I L you see,
It’s a lick upon a spoon
Guaranteed to cure you soon
Castor oil for you.

Cub Scout Stew
York Adams Council

There are some rather "complete" actions to this song, so you need to make sure that there is enough room for the song and that you explain the actions to everyone before you begin.

Actions You begin with a couple of leaders at the front of the room who will sing the song first. At the last word of the song ("YOU") they will point to someone in the audience who then comes up to join the group in singing and who also, at the end of the song, repeats the pointing action.

Also, when they sing "whip, whip, whip" the singers should shake their arms and hips (like "cha-cha-cha"?) to go with the words. (I don't know how else to describe it!)

We're making a Cub Scout Stew (whip, whip, whip)
We're making a Cub Scout Stew (whip, whip, whip)
With Cub Scout potatoes
And Cub Scout tomatoes
And YOU!

The song gets repeated over and over until no one is left in the "audience" (hence the need for space up front!).

Cub Scout Grub
(Tune: Row, Row, Row Your Boat)
York Adams Council

Do this one in rounds.

Ma-king Cub Scout grub,
It is lots of fun.
Fold the foil, fill it up.
Cook it till it's done.

Greasy, Grimy, Gopher Guts
Tune: The Old Gray Mare

http://www.iinet.net.au/~oneilg/scouts/songs/songbook.html

Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, dirty little pigeon's feet
All mixed up with a pile of poison possum pus and me without my spoon
And me without my spoon and me without spoon

Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts and me without my spoon
We'll use a straw!

This is one of those "I sing it" then "you sing it" then "we sing it all"

Leader: The littlest worm
Group: The littlest worm
Leader: I ever saw
Group: I ever saw
Leader: Was stuck inside
Group: Was stuck inside
Leader: My soda straw.
Group: My soda straw.
All: The littlest worm I ever saw
Was stuck inside my soda straw.

He said to me - Don't take a sip
'Cause if you do - I'll surely flip
I took that sip - And he went down
Down through my pipes - He must have drowned.
He was my pal - He was my friend
And now he's gone - And that's the end

But then I burped - And he came up
He came right up - Into my cup
He said to me - That wasn't nice
You did it once - Don't do it twice.

The moral of - This little tale
"If you see a worm - Just don't inhale."

Road Kill Stew
Tune: Three Blind Mice

http://www.macscouter.com/Songs/SillySongs.html

Road Kill stew,
Road Kill stew,
Tastes so good,
Just like it should.

First you go down to the Interstate
You wait for the critter to meet it's fate.
You take it home and you make it great!
Road Kill stew,
Road Kill stew.

Thanks to Chuck Bramlet

Bug Juice
Tune: On Top of Old Smokey

http://www.macscouter.com/Songs/SillySongs.html

At camp with the Girl Scouts,
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 looked fresh and fruity,
Like tasty Kool-Aid,
But the bugs that were in it,
were murdered with Raid.

We drank by the gallons,
We drank by the ton,
But then the next morning,
We all had the runs.

Next time you drink bug juice,
And a fly drives you mad,
He's just getting even,
Because you swallowed his dad.

Thanks to Robert J. Fisher