We made sixty pancakes, ate about six.
We played ten games of pick-up sticks,
Counts cars on Route 66,
but there's nothing much to do.
We played four games of checkers,
three games of chess, two of Monopoly, more or less.
We tried to be neat. We made quite a mess.
Now there's nothing much to do!

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Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do.

Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing really,

Nothing to do.

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We've already done bout a hundred and twenty-one
of our favorite fun things to do.
But we won't be satisfied, remotely satisfied,
til we find number one twenty-two.

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One day we went to the rodeo.
We wanted to see the cowboys rope and ride.
We got excited as we watched the show.
We jumped right up and down and then we cried.

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I'd like to be a cowboy, but, ooh, I'm scared of cows,

Moo, moo, moo how they scare me.

I often try to face them, as in the field they browse,

Moo, moo, moo how they scare me.

I'd walk up to a lion, and smack him on the brow,

I'd even kick a polecat, but don't ask me to punch a cow.

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Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo. Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo.
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo, Yikes!
A cow once tried to chase me, across a field of corn.
She bumped right into my guitar, and didn't even sound the horn!

They'd like to all be cowboys, but ooh, they're scared of cows.
(Moo, moo, moo, how they scare us!)
They often try to face them, as in the fields they browse.
(Moo, how they scare us!)
Yippie ki-yi-i, yippi-yippie-ki-yi-a. Yippie, yippie
, yippie-yippie-ki-a. Yippie, yippie, yippie-yippie-k-a!

They say the world's a ball and it turns around.
When it goes halfway, I'm upside down!
So why do my feet stay stuck on the ground? It's not logical!
My Mom said "Hon, does my hair look bad?" I said "Yes!"
She got mad. I tell truth, she tells Dad.
Is that logical?

It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.
Is there Elmer's glue on the sole of my shoe?
I'm full, but they say, "one more bite."
I'm wide awake, but they saw, "Sleep tight!"
To say goodnight when it's still light? That's not logical.
"Be a good sport," I hear Dad say, "it's not win or lose,
It's how you play." His team gets beat, he faints away.
It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.
It's logical.

Wake up Dad, it's not that bad! It lacks credibility,
for a crying out loud!

It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.

A grown-up said it, it's gotta be true.
But does it make any sense to you?
Mix yellow with blue, it comes out green.
The strangest thing I've ever seen.
Red and yellow make tangerine? It that logical?

It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.

It makes no sense! Rubbish! Baloney! Balderdash!

It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.

If we could take a trip back in time,
I wander what we might find.
Imagine it's one billion year B.C.
Back when the planet had a pretty face.
Back when our world was different place.
If we close our eyes, then you might see.
I'm looking up. I'm looking down. I'm looking all around.

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I see a lotta rocks, lotta rocks.

No shopping malls, no restaurants.

Just a lotta rocks, lotta rocks.

No movie theaters, no ice cream shops.

Lotta rocks, lotta rocks.

Oceans and mountains and forests and rivers

And lots and lots and lots of rocks.

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All these people and this big museum...
You wouldn't even see 'em!
Nothing made by people would be found.
Let's take another look around.
There go the highways. There go the phone lines.
There go the rest stops. There go the road signs.

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Won't you hold my hand at the end of the day?

The stars will all come out as the light fades away.

And we'll sit by the fire and we'll sing and we'll play.

Won't you hold my hand at the end of the day?

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If you listen, you might hear the hoot of an owl.
While off in the distance, coyotes will howl.
But tell all your ghost stories and try not to fear.
I know it won't scare me if I have you right there.

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At the end of the day.
At the end of the day.

That winter was a bad one,
for thirty days it snowed,
the minute school was over,
we packed the care and hit the road.

It teetered there, the worse for wear.
A dude ranch in decay, the bunk house leaked,
the stable reeked, I loved it right away.

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How the west was fun, like a leap from a haystack.

How the west was fun, like a rodeo, like a flapjack!

I knew my heart had found it,

I knew my search was done.

Oh, oh, oh how the west was fun!

Then the hail storm and the locust swarm
that blotted out the sun.
The quicksand pool was also cool!
And this was just day one!

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Saddle up! Westward ho!
Let the station wagon roll!
I'm one lucky daughter of a gun!
Oh, oh, oh, how the west was fun!
The lumpy bumps, the bats and skunks,
the slimy things that lurk.
The sing alongs, those hokey songs,
For me, the whole thing worked.

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