Songs

[Martin Hash]

(Capt’n Bill) I went to the sea,
To see what it be,
In England it’s tea,
But for me it’s the sea.

I’m seein’ the sea,
The sea’s seein’ me.
You laugh, “he, he, he”
But for me it’s the sea.

What about we?
One, two or three,
Maybe you climb a tree,
But for me it’s the sea.

Ohhhhh…

Do you see the sea?
When I see the sea,
All around me,
Because for me it’s the sea.

[Martin Hash]

(Tin Woodman) Oh where can Scarecrow go? Dum-dum.
(Tin Girl) I don’t know where Scarecrow can go. Dum-dum.
(TW) Scarecrow likes to make a great a show? Dum-dum.
(TG) Yes, Scarecrow makes a great show. Dum-dum.
(TW) You know, and I know, it’s Scarecrow? Dum-dum.
(TG) I know, and you know, it’s Scarecrow. Dum-dum.

(TG) Did Scarecrow’s take some clean clothes? Dum-dum.
(TW) Scarecrow took no clean clothes. Dum-dum.
(TG) Did you show Scarecrow how to sew? Dum-dum.
(TW) I didn’t show Scarecrow how to sew. Dum-dum.
(TG) Sometimes Scarecrow can be so droll. Dum-dum.
(TW) I don’t think Scarecrow is droll. Dum-dum.

(TW) Scarecrow goes where the wind blows, Dum-dum.
(TG) Yes, Scarecrow goes where the wind blows. Dum-dum.
(TW) Scarecrow likes sand in his toes. Dum-dum.
(TG) Yes, Scarecrow likes sand in his toes. Dum-dum.
(TW) He can be like this, you know? Dum-dum.
(TG) He can be like this, I know. Dum-dum.

[Martin Hash]

You say, “empty,”
And I say, “full,”
You say, “morning,”
And I say, “noon,”
You say, “hello,”
And I say, “bye, bye,”
What I want to do,
Is put a stick in your eye.

You say, “happy,”
And I say, “sad,”
You say, “share,”
And I say, “beware,”
You say, “we,
And I say, “me.”
I want be mean, Rude and obscene.

You want to be nice,
And smile a big smile,
You want to giggle,
And roll in the aisle,
You want to laugh,
And play with your friends,
I want to grouch,
And unravel the ends.

[Martin Hash]

Music & vocals by Chris Dailey

A girl can be anything,
Anything at all,
No matter how short,
No matter how tall,
No matter how pretty,
No matter how blah,
A girl can be anything,
Anything at all.

A girl can do all the things,
All the things she dreams.
She can travel,
she can study,
Play baseball if she deems
Ruling her own kingdom,
Regardless how it seems,
A girl can do all the things,
All the things she dreams.

A girl can go anywhere,
Anywhere she feels.
She has the power to,
Move the mountains and the hills,
She is unafraid to,
Endure whatever life deals,
A girl can go anywhere,
Anywhere she feels.

A girl can have everything,
Everything she needs.
Whether it be practical,
Like rakes, shovels and seeds,
Or embrace her vanities,
Despite what etiquette pleads,
A girl can have everything,
Everything she needs.

[Martin Hash]

Of course I’m an ork,
I’m mighty and mean,
People get frightened,
Whenever I’m seen.

The trouble you’re having,
When I’m on the scene,
Will double and triple,
And make you turn green.

‘Cause…

No one’s bigger ‘en me,
No one’s faster ‘en me,
Or flies higher ‘en me,
Or swims faster ‘en me.

No one’s taller ‘en me,
No one’s smaller ‘en me,
Or can holler like me,
Or waller like me.

If up ahead you see,
There’s an ork in your way,
Turn tail and start running,
Or I’ll ruin you day.

And if I see you,
Nothing you’ll say,
Will make me act nice,
Or hold me at bay.

‘Cause…

No one’s bigger ‘en me,
No one’s faster ‘en me,
Or flies higher ‘en me,
Or swims faster ‘en me.

No one’s taller ‘en me,
No one’s smaller ‘en me,
Or can holler like me,
Or waller like me.

[Martin Hash]

We’ll roast ‘em and toast ‘em and burn ‘em up good!
Scarecrow’s make bonfires like nothing else could!
Straw makes the fire, and bran makes the flame,
Orange, red & blue flickers all looking the same.

How long do you think to turn ‘em to ash?
‘Til embers glow bright like a long, yellow sash.
Straw makes the fire, and bran makes the flame,
Orange, red & blue flickers all looking the same.

Do Scarecrow’s get hotter? We think that they should,
Better than kindling, better than wood!
Straw makes the fire, and bran makes the flame,
Orange, red & blue flickers all looking the same.

How high will the smoke go? Will it go to the moon?
Not long to wait, we’re finding out soon!
Because… Straw makes the fire! Bran makes the flame!
Orange, red & blue flickers all looking the same!

[Martin Hash]

Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
I’m the Bumpity Man.

Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
I’m the Bumpity Man.

I’ve got a bump here,
And another one there,
There’re bumps on my tongue,
And some in hair,
But no matter,
I’m not one to stare,
Bumps come and the go,
And never may care,

Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
I’m the Bumpity Man.

Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
I’m the Bumpity Man.

Where do they come from?
Maybe the air?
Some people are smooth,
That’s their burden to bare,
I’m glad I have them,
My bumps make me rare,
Bumps or no bumps?
That’s the question we hear.

Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
I’m the Bumpity Man.

Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity…
I’m the Bumpity Man.

[Martin Hash]

I want to be with you,
No one between us,
I want so much to,
Be more than your friend.

I want to hold you,
No one between us,
I want so much to,
Be more than your friend.

I want to look at you,
No one between us,
I want so much to,
Be more than your friend.

I want to be with you,
I want to hold you,
I want to look at you,
Be more than your friend.

No one between us,
No one to stop us,
No one to keep us,
Being more than friends.

[Martin Hash]

Music by Myron Leroy & vocals by Nancy Gormenzano

(Witch)A pitch of this, a sprig of that,
A newt’s eye, a pig’s thigh,
A frog’s tail, a slimy snail,
All mixed into, a bubbling goo.

With smelly smoke, and party jokes,
With sparkly dust, and flaking rust,
With darkened sky, and lightning fry,
Don't try to hide, open up wide!

A pitch of this, a sprig of that,
A shark’s head, a mouse’s bed,
A bug’s butt, a squirrel’s nut,
All mixed into, a bubbling goo.

With smelly smoke, and party jokes,
With hordes of flies, getting in your eyes,
With snap and pop, the things you drop,
Don't try to hide, open up wide! Pitch of this,
Sprig of that, Smelly smoke, Party joke,
Mixed into, A bubbling gooooooooo,
Don't try to hide,
Open up wide!
It makes all the difference in you!

[Martin Hash]

Music by Myron Leroy & vocals by Holmes Bryant

The jewels in my crown,
The emeralds in my throne,
The gold in my castle,
I call them my own.

That’s what makes me the richest man,
The world ever knew.
That’s why I’m the king… Ha, ha, ha...
Not you.

No love, no trust, no friendship,
Can satisfy my need,
Nothing fulfills me,
No feeling but this greed.

That’s what makes me the richest man,
The world ever knew.
That’s why I’m the king… Ha, ha, ha...
Not you.

The imperative compels me,
To own everything I see,
I command my soldiers and courtiers, "Bring it all to me!"
I won't be satisfied with one,
Whenever two will do.

That’s what makes me the richest man,
The world ever knew. Ah, ha! Oh, ho! Oh, yes!
That’s why I’m the king… Ha, ha, ha, ha...
Not you.

I won't be satisfied with one, Whenever two will do,
That’s what makes me the richest man,
Ah, ha! Oh, ho! It's true! And that’s why I’m the king!
Not you