SONGS
Scouts-L
Old
Akela Had a Pack (Tune: Old MacDonald had a Farm)
1.Old Akela had a pack, E-I-E-I-O.
And in this pack he had some dens, E-I-E-I-O.
With a Den 1 here, and a Den 2 there;
Here a den, there a den,
Everywhere a happy den,
Old Akela had a pack, E-I-E-I-O.
2.And in this pack he had some chiefs, E-I-E-I-O.
(With a den chief here and a den chief there)
3.And
in these dens he had some Cubs, E-I-E-I-O.
(With a Cub Scout here----)
4.And
for these Cubs he had some moms, E-I-E-I-O.
(With a den mom here----)
5.And
for these moms he had some dads, E-I-E-I-O.
With a den dad here and a den dad there;
Here a dad, there a dad;
Everywhere a den dad;
With a den mom here, and a den mom there;
Here a mom, there a mom,
Everywhere a den mom;
With a Cub Scout here, and a Cub Scout there;
Here a Scout, there a Scout,
Everywhere a Cub Scout;
With a den chief here, and a den chief there;
Here a chief, there a chief;
Everywhere a den chief;
With a Den 1 here, and a Den 2 there;
Here a den, there a den,
Everywhere a happy den;
Old Akela had a pack, E-I-E-I-O.
I had a
Little Chicken
Sam Houston Council
(Tune:
Turkey in the Straw)
Old
Macdonald Had A Shop
Heart of America Council
Old
MacDonald had a shop E-I-E-I-O
And
in this shop he had a…
hammer
(Bang-bang)
Drill
(Zzzzzt, zzzzzt)
Wrench
(Turn, turn)
Pliers
(Pinch, pinch)
(the
more syllables in the name of the tool the better. Imagine “radial arm saw”)
Addicted
to Spuds
(Tune: Addicted to Love)
Heart of America Council
Potato
skins, potato cakes
Hash
browns and instant flakes
Baked
or boiled or french fried
There’s
no kind you haven’t tried
You
planned a trip to Idaho
Just
to watch potatoes grow
I
understand how you must feel
I
can’t deny they’ve got a peel
Wo,
you like ‘em whether they’re plain or
they’re
stuffed, oh yeah
Better
face the facts, it seems you can’t get enough
You
know, you’re gonna have to face it,
you’re
addicted to spuds
Your
greasy hands, your salty lips
Looks
like you found the chips
Your
belly aches, your teeth grind
Some
tater tots would blow your mind
And
you don’t mind if they’re not cooked
You
need your fix, I guess you’re hooked
And
late at night you always dream
Of
bacon bits and sour cream
Wo,
you like ‘em even if they’re lumpy or tough, oh yeah
It’s
pretty obvious to me you can’t get enough
You
know you’re gonna have to face it,
you’re
addicted to spuds
Might
as well face it, you’re addicted to spuds
Might
as well face it, you’re addicted to spuds
Might
as well face it, you’re addicted to spuds
Might
as well face it, you’re addicted to spuds
Might
as well face it, you’re addicted to spuds
I’m
giving up, it’s just no use
Another
case of spud abuse
What
can I say, what can I do
Potato
bug has got me, too
Wo,
I used to hate ‘em,
now
they’re all that I eat, oh yeah
I’ve
often seen ‘em whipped,
but
they just can’t be beat
Now
I’m gonna have to face it, I’m addicted to spuds
How
Peculiar
Heart of America Council
(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
When
one sly snake slid up the slide,
the
other sly snake slides down. (repeat
4 times)
Chorus
Glory,
glory, how peculiar,
Glory,
glory, how peculiar,
Glory,
glory, how peculiar,
When
one sly snake slid up the slides
the
other sly snake slides down.
Chorus
2nd:
When one dumb duck dropped dead in the ditch,
the
other dumb duck dropped dead. (repeat
4 times)
Chorus
3rd:
When one black bug bled blue black blood,
the
other black bug bled blue. (repeat
4 times)
Chorus