SONGS
Lobster Mash
Santa Clara County Council
Tune – Monster Mash
I was down by the ocean late one
night
When my eyes beheld an unusual sight
Hoards of lobsters began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
(they did the mash) They did the lobster mash
(they did the mash) It was a seaside smash
(they did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(they did the mash) They did the lobster mash
From my front-row seat at sandcastle west
To the briny deep, beyond the wave crests
The fish all came from their humble abodes
To share in the dance and twinkle their toes
(they did the mash) They did the lobster mash
(they did the mash) It was a seaside smash
(they did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(they did the mash) They did the lobster mash
The dolphins were having fun, the party had just begun
The guests included Marlin and Nemo, his only son.
The scene was rocking, all were digging the sound
Of the lobster claws clicking as all twirled around.
The whales and jellyfish were starting to scream
When a wave crashed loudly, and I awoke from my dream
(of the mash) It was the lobster mash
(oh yes the mash) It was a seaside smash
(you know the mash) It was gone in a flash
(it was the mash) My dream lobster mash.
Give Me A Pond
Baltimore Area
Council
Tune: Home On The
Range
Oh, give me a pond. on a hot summer's
day.
Where the frogs and the crayfishies play.
I'll fish and I'11 swim: 'till it's time
to go in;
Sopping wet. dripping all of the way.
Splish, splashing. I go.
All wet from my head to my toe.
Skipping stones 'cross the top;
Hope I never need stop;
I'm one happy-go-lucky. wet fellow!
Munching Mangos
(Round)
Baltimore Area
Council
Tune: Are You
Sleeping
Munching Mangos, Munching Mangos
Mish Mash Mush. Mish Mash Mush.
Jump into the river. Jump, into the
river.
Splish, splash. splush. Splish, splash,
splush.
Propel Your Craft
Baltimore Area
Council
Tune: Row, Row, Row
Your Boat
Propel, propel. propel your craft
Smoothly through the liquidy solution,
Ecstatically, ecstatically. ecstatically,
ecstatically
Existence is but an illusion,
Water Sports
Baltimore Area
Council
Tune: Yankee Doodle
Water sports are what we like.
For summer, spring and fall.
When summer comes you now must know.
We'll have a great big ball.
Chorus:
Cub Scouts always having fun,
Cub Scouts in the water,
Swimming, diving, fishing, too.
Safely like we "otter".
Rivers and lakes, oceans and streams,
And even swimming pools.
Back stroke, breaststroke, and butterfly,
We'll follow safety rules.
Chorus
Found a Geode
A Song for your
Webelos Geologists
Baltimore Area
Council
Tune: Clementine
Found a geode. found a geode
Found a geode last night.
Last night I found a geode.
Found a geode last night.
Here is a suggested series of verses to
follow that one -
It was hollow (etc)
Broke it anyway (etc)
Full of crystals (etc)
Called a geologist (etc)
He examined it (etc)
Sold the geode (etc)
Went exploring (etc)
Started digging (etc)
Found a geode (etc)
and (etc., etc.)
BLOW YOUR
BOAT
Circle Ten Council
Tune: Row, Row, Row your Boat
Blow,
Blow, Blow your boat,
Fast along the waves.
Do your best, do your best,
We're the Cub Scout braves.
Blow,
Blow, Blow your sail,
Passing others by
Do your best, do your best,
Aye-Aye-Aye
Shipwrecked Cub Scouts
Longhorn Council
Tune: Gilligan’s Island Theme
Our pack set sail on the sea one
day,
In search of coins of gold.
A group of hearty Cub Scouts,
And leaders true and bold.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of our Cubmaster,
The whole pack would be lost.
Our boat touched ground on a rocky
isle
And up walked a tall old man.
He tossed a towel to dry us off,
And raised high his right hand.
He said, “You’re a sharp pack of
Cub Scouts,
Your courage brave and sure,
To sail out on a sea like this
On a Scouting adventure.”
He gave directions to get home.
We set sail with good cheer.
We reached home with the setting sun,
And tied up to the pier.
We looked in the bottom of the
boat
And saw the old man’s towel.
His name was stitched along the hem,
The name was Baden-Powell.
Skin
Diver’s Song
Longhorn Council
Tune: Sailing, Sailing
Diving, diving, into the deep blue
sea,
And many a fish we’ve scared away
On that you will agree.
Diving, diving, into the ocean blue,
With flippers, and mask and oxygen gas
We’ll have adventures true!
Popeye
the Sailor Man
Santa Clara County Council
I’m
Popeye, the sailor man.
I’m doing the best I can.
I eat all my spinach,
I fight to the finish.
I’m Popeye, the sailor man.
Jaws
Santa Clara County Council
Tune: Do Re Mi
JAWS a
mouth, a great big mouth
TEETH the things that make a
crunch
BITE the friendly shark’s “Hello”
US his favorite juicy lunch
BLOOD that turns the ocean red
CHOMP oh what a tasty treat
GULP that means the shark’s been
fed
That will bring us back to
JAWS!
JAWS! JAWS! JAWS!