SONGS

Rotten Reeboks

Baltimore Area Council

(tune: Clementine)

Rotten Reeboks, dirty sweat socks,
Generating toxic fumes,
I’ve seen flies dead, struck in mid air
Fatal venture to his room.

In my brother’s bedroom closet
Stinkarooning like refuse
Dwelt a size 10 pair or sneakers
With a smell you couldn’t lose.

Aging tennis, in a corner
Turning the air a bluish green,
Hope the county doesn’t visit
They’d condemn us sight unseen.

I’ve tried bug balm, lemon air scent
Even spray that smells like pine,
Must be something that can cut it,
Something strong, like turpentine.

Even weirdo, crazy mutt dog
Who has breath you can’t adore,
Makes a wide turn, cuz his eyes burn,
Every time he nears the door.

 “What’s the big deal?” asks ol’ big foot
None of his friends notice it.
“Proves they’re brain dead,” says my sister,
“Doesn’t surprise me a bit.”

 “Not to worry,” says my father
“Could be money after all,
“Pentagon might pay a bundle
“For the secret to it all.”

The Athlete

Baltimore Area Council

(Tune: My Bonnie)

They gave me a suit and a number,
And sent me out on the field.
They gave me a ball called the pigskin,
And shoes with some cleats, toe and heel.

Chorus:

Muscles, and cramps,
wracking my body with pain, with pain,
I stand, wondering,
If ever I’ll do this again !

Next time they gave me a racquet,
Then sent me out on the court
Funny the things you encounter,
While trying to learn a new sport.

Chorus:

The ordeal was finally over,
At least, that’s what I thought.
When they shoved me the soccer equipment,
I fainted dead on the spot !

Chorus:

Cub Scout Sports Song

Baltimore Area Council

(Tune: My Bonnie)

My baseball went over the fence 
My arrows are broken to bits
My volleyball been deflated 
After riding a horse I can’t sit

Chorus:

Belt loops, belt loops,
I’ll earn my sports pin today, today.
Belt loops, belt loops;
My letter is not far away

Chorus:

My bicycle has a flat tire
My boomerang just won’t return. 
They say that I’ve lost all my marbles
And I still haven’t gotten my turn.

Chorus:

My dog ate my ping pong paddle. 
My badminton birdie has flown.
I sprained my right ankle while jogging 
And was stranded ten mile’s from home.

Chorus:

They say that Cub Scout sports are fun.
Some day I would like to know. 
I’ve been wandering around for an hour 
Just waiting for my Den to show.

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

San Gabriel Valley, Long Beach & Verdugo Hills Councils

by: Jack Norworth and Albert Von Tilzer

Take me out to the ball game;

Take me out with the crowd.

Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack;

I don't care if I never get back.

Let me root, root, root for the home team;

If they don't win it's a shame.

For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out

At the old ball game.

Bowlin’, Bowlin, Bowlin’

San Gabriel Valley, Long Beach & Verdugo Hills Councils

(Tune: Rawhide)

Bowlin’, Bowlin, Bowlin’

Keep those balls a rollin’

Keep those strikes a rollin’, alright!

We’re laughin’ and a grinnin’

Cause our team is winnin’

Soon we’ll be in first place.

Head ‘em up, roll ‘em down

Roll ‘em down, make a strike

Make a strike, so we win, alright!

Roll ‘em down, knock em off,

Get a mark, make a strike.

We’re gonna win tonight!

This is My Baseball

San Gabriel Valley, Long Beach & Verdugo Hills Councils

(Tune: This is My Country)

This is my Baseball

I’ll share it with you.

This is my baseball

Bring your bat and mitt too!

I’m playing with my friends,

I’m gonna hit one home.

Cause this is my baseball

To share and to hold.