Phenomenal Cat
A long, long time ago,
In the land of idiot boys,
There live a cat, a phenomenal cat,
Who loved to wallow all day.
No one bothered him
As he sat, content in his tree.
He just lived to eat cause it kept him fat,
And thats how he wanted to stay.
Though he was big and fat,
All the world was good to him,
And he pointed out on the map
All the places he had been.
[cathage,karthom,cannes? ], [india,sardinia? ], kathmandu,
The scilley isles and sahara, too
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La la la la, la-la la la
La la la la, la-la la la la
La la la la-la la la
Once when he was thin
He had flown to old hong kong,
And had learned the secret of life,
And the sea and the sky beyond.
So he gave up his diet and sat in a tree,
And ate himself through eternity.
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La la la la la-la la la
La la la la, la-la la la la
La la la la-la la la
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
song performed by by Kinks
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Dum Dum Diddle
I can hear how you work, practising hard
Playing night and day, woah-oh
And it sounds better now
Yes, you improve every time you play, woah-oh
But its bad
Youre so sad
And youre only smiling
When you play your violin
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle
But I think you dont know that I exist
Im the quiet kind, woah-oh
From the day when I first listened to you
Youve been on my mind, woah-oh
You dont care
Its not fair
And youre only smiling
When you play your violin
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle
song performed by by ABBA
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High Diddle Diddle
High diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jump'd over the moon;
The little dog laugh'd
To see such craft,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
poem by Anonymous English
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Hey diddle diddle
Hey diddle diddle
We're all on the fiddle
And never get up until noon.
We only take cash
Which we carefully stash
And we work by the light of the moon.
poem by Roald Dahl
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The cat and the dog
Hey diddle diddle
The cat did a piddle
All over the kitchen floor
The little dog laughed to see such fun
So the cat did a little bit more
poem by by unknown author
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Policeman G.
To Policeman G. the Inspector said:
"When you pass the 'shops' you must turn your head;
If you took a wager, that would be a sin;
So you'll earn no stripes if you run them in."
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
To the House Committee, the Inspector said:
"'Tis a terrible thing how the gamblers spread,
For they bet on the steeple, and they bet on the Cup,
And the magistrates won't lock them up."
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
But Policeman G., as he walks his beat,
Where ghe gamblers are -- up and down the street --
Says he: "What's the use to be talkin' rot --
If they'd make me a sergeant, I could cop the lot!"
With my ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
"But, begad if you start to suppress the 'shop',
Then the divil only knows where you're going to stop;
For the rich and the poor, they would raise a din,
If at Randwick I ran fifty thousand in."
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
"Though ye must not box -- nor shpit -- nor bet,
I'll find my way out to Randwick yet;
For I'm shtandin' a pound -- and it's no disgrace --
On Paddy Nolan's horse -- for the Steeplechase!"
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Reality Check
‘Hey Diddle Diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon...’
So what did Neil Armstrong find?
When he walked on the moon?
Cow bones! Asphyxiation! No oxygen!
The cow died!
News flash!
A discovery of lunar proportions!
What you never heard?
Must be...?
Another conspiracy theory...
See also ‘What Did Neil Armstrong Find? ’
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Walk This Way
Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers
"Gonna talk to you" my daddy say
said "you ain't seen nothin' till youre down on a muffin
and you're sure to be achangein' your ways"
I met a cheerleader
was a real young bleeder all the times I could reminisce
'cause the best things in lovin' with a sister and a cousin
only started with a little kiss alike this!
Seesaw swingin' with the boys in the school
and your feet flyin{ up in the air
I sing "Hey diddle diddle"
with your kitty in the middle of the swing
like you didn't care
took a big chance at the high school dance
with a missy who was ready to play
was a me she was foolin'
'cause she knew what she was doin'
and I know'd love was here to stay
when she told me to
CHORUS walk this way
song performed by by Aerosmith
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There was an Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sung high dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.
by Edward Lear from A Book of Nonsense (1846)
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Man In The Middle
Did you see that man in the limousine
With a pretty blond, he is fifty and the girls only seventeen
But she doesnt care, and she never will
If hes ninety-five she dont give a damn
Just as long as he pays the bill
Did you see that man with a fat cigar
He just left his lunch with a belly full of lobster and caviar
He can choose the wine from a vintage year
He can drink champagne in his limousine
While the rest of us drink a beer
cause hes the man in the middle, never second fiddle
Just like a spider in a cobweb
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
cause hes the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
Hes never bothered by his conscience
Deals with the devil, cause he wants to be
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)
But you see that man made a big mistake
Even though hes got all his servants and a mansion beside a lake
And the money too, all that he can spend
He can buy the most, nearly anything
But he cant buy an honest friend
cause hes the man in the middle, never second fiddle
Just like a spider in a cobweb
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
cause hes the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
Hes never bothered by his conscience
Deals with the devil, cause he wants to be
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)
song performed by by ABBA
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(Ain't That) Just Like Me
Mary had a little lamb
His fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
the lamb was sure to go
Now ain't that just like me
well you know cracking up over you
you know that I love you (yeah)
love you (yeah)
Won't you come along there too
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
couldn't put him back again
chorus
Hey diddle-diddle the cat had a fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The little dog laughed to see such fun
and the dish ran away with the spoon
chorus
verse 3
chorus
It's all right now
Won't you come along there too
We're shaking now
Won't you come along there too
Come on baby
song performed by by Hollies
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Swing, Brother Swing
Bishop / williams / raymond
Deep rhythm captivates me
Hot rhythms stimulate me
Cant help but swing it boy
Swing it brothers swing
Dont stop to diddle daddle
Stop this foolish prattle
Come on swing me boy
Swing it brothers swing
Raring to go and there aint nobody
Gonna hold me down
Say listen boy
Hurry up and send me
Let me go to town
Stop this diddle daddle
And this foolish prattle
Come on kill me boy
Swing it brothers swing
Deep rhythms captivate me
Hot rhythms stimulate me
Cant help but swing it boy
Swing it brothers swing
Dont stop to diddle daddle
Stop this foolish prattle
Come on send me count
Swing it brothers swing
Rarin to go and there aint nobody
Gonna hold me down
Say listen boy
Hurry up and send me
Let me go to town
Stop this diddle daddle
And this foolish prattle
Come on swing me count
Swing it brothers swing
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Metaphor II
Life is paper; we are pens.
A story to write we must
Will you write a poem?
Or perhaps a sonnet?
What about tales
Of frogs in blue bonnets?
Or a conglomeration
Of witty falsehoods?
Or a long narration
Of those who have stood
For freedom and truth
And other sugh things?
Or a limerick
With a rhythm that rings?
Maybe you would really rather
Write a ripping rollicking riddle?
Or classical rhymes
Like the “Hey Diddle Diddle”?
All very good, all very well
But what about prose?
That’s an excellent field
That gets up and goes
On and on and on until
You find something wonderful
Like frogs in blue bonnets
Or pirates so plunderful!
Why not try your hand at wit?
Just make sure your jokes are funny!
For nothing’s so rotten as punch line forgotten.
And really won’t bring home the money.
Hey! How ‘bout this?
A song! A ballad!
Of heroes gone by like Honest Abe Lincoln
Or good old Gil-Galad!
But look – there’s more!
Non-ficiton is educational!
Of wreslters and pianos
And anvils sensational!
Did I mention nature?
A marvelous course!
There’s frogs in blue bonnets
Bird, dog, and horse.
You can choose any way that you like
Just be sure that it’s sensible.
(Or not) and appealing,
And also (or not) comprehensible.
Now that I’ve shown you just what you are
(A pen, in case, like me, you forgot)
Look at that paper you’ve got in your grip
And give it all that you’ve got!
poem by Sophia White
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The Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell
One, who is not, we see; but one, whom we see not, is;
Surely this is not that; but that is assuredly this.
What, and wherefore, and whence? for under is over and under;
If thunder could be without lightning, lightning could be without thunder.
Doubt is faith in the main; but faith, on the whole, is doubt;
We cannot believe by proof; but could we believe without?
Why, and whither, and how? for barley and rye are not clover;
Neither are straight lines curves; yet over is under and over.
Two and two may be four; but four and four are not eight;
Fate and God may be twain; but God is the same as fate.
Ask a man what he thinks, and get from a man what he feels;
God, once caught in the fact, shows you a fair pair of heels.
Body and spirit are twins; God only knows which is which;
The soul squats down in the flesh, like a tinker drunk in a ditch.
More is the whole than a part; but half is more than the whole;
Clearly, the soul is the body; but is not the body the soul?
One and two are not one; but one and nothing is two;
Truth can hardly be false, if falsehood cannot be true.
Once the mastodon was; pterodactyls were common as cocks;
Then the mammoth was God; now is He a prize ox.
Parallels all things are; yet many of these are askew;
You are certainly I; but certainly I am not you.
Springs the rock from the plain, shoots the stream from the rock;
Cocks exist for the hen; but hens exist for the cock.
God, whom we see not, is; and God, who is not, we see;
Fiddle, we know, is diddle, and diddle, we take it, is dee.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Roll Over Beethoven
Im gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local dj.
Its a rockin rhythm record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll over beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.
You know, my temperatures risin
And the jukebox blows a fuse.
My hearts beatin rhythm
And my soul keeps on singin the blues.
Roll over beethoven and tell tschaikowsky the news.
I got the rockin pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think Im rollin arthiritis
Sittin down by the rhythm review.
Roll over beethoven rockin in two by two.
well, if you feel you like it
go get your lover, then reel and rock it.
roll it over and move on up just
a trifle further and reel and rock it,
roll it over,
roll over beethoven rockin in two by two.
Well, early in the mornin Im a-givin you a warnin
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin my fiddle,
Aint got nothin to lose.
Roll over beethoven and tell tschaikowsky the news.
You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
Dance like a spinnin top.
She got a crazy partner,
Oughta see em reel and rock.
Long as she got a dime the music will never stop.
Roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues.
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Fairy Tale Sillyosophy
Hey diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The Brahma jumped over the moon...
Got into Stephen's territory and was
Classified a comet, an extraterrestrial...
So much for cows.
But, the moon jumped over the Brahma,
And was classified as a reincarnated
Butterfly...careful who jumps over who, here...
Fairy tale, fairy tale, what have you to say?
Wishing on a falling star...what has that to do
With rings and strings and ceiling wax...
Ceiling wax? Uh, what is ceiling wax, anyway...
Integral portions of molecular structure...
Little Red Riding Hood went to the shore,
Little Red Riding Hood met Eliot's mermaids,
But they sang each to each, ignoring her...
Too bad. She trudged on down to Emerald City
And met a much better wizard, horse of a
Different color, and married the Cowardly Lion.
Fairy tale, fairy tale, what have you got to say...
Simple Simon met a pie man heading to the fair...
Said Simple Simon, 'May I have your wares...'
Pie said, '...no, but you can pay and pay and pay.'
Pie was in a recession...Pie was a democrat.
Enough of morning chat. Got milk? Got a job?
Louisiana is overloaded with jobs, so
Come on over to my state of affairs...uh, how
Is the UN these days? Swine flu...thought that
Was the term for Al Quida, or however you
Spellllllllllll that...okay, Afganistan, Bin Laden,
And North Korea...got nuclear?
Good Morning! Good Morning!
Ya'llses!
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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Roll Over Beethoven
Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local d.j.
Its a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today
My temperatures risin, the juke boxs blowin a fuse
My hearts beatin a rhythm, singin out rhythm and blues
Roll over beethoven, theyre rockin in two by two
Well if you feel you like it, go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now, go for cover and reel and rock it
Roll it over, roll over beethoven, tell tchaikovsky the news
Early in the mornin Im a givin you the warnin,
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle gonna play my fiddle,
I aint got nothing to lose
Roll over beethoven, tell tchaikovsky the news
She wiggles like a glow-worm, dances like a spinning top
She got a crazy partner, you should have seen her reel and rock
Long as she got a dime, the music will never stop
Well if you feel you like it, go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now, go for cover and reel and rock it
Roll it over, roll over beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues
Roll over beethoven, roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven, roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues?
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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When Your Walls Come Down
Liar, liar, got your pants on fire
I know you want it, you know you want it too
Hey diddle diddle, when the cat wants to fiddle
The kittens gotta give him the moon
And they say you gotta look before you leap
And were gonna judge you by the friends you keep
But youre looking nasty and Im in too deep
Youll be real happy to be losing sleep
Chorus:
When your walls come down, when your walls come down
When your walls come down, you get so crazy when theres no one around
You got your script from a cosmo guide, 15 ways to find a lover
Dont you make me chase you, cause the author lied
Youll get your answers, babe, under the covers
You say I wanna wait until Im really sure
And I want a love to last forever more
And Ive got my pride, Ive got my dignity
Well youll swallow everything when youre with me
Chorus
When your walls come down, when your walls come down
When your walls come down, ah, youre so
(come here baby and - auw...)
And they say you gotta look before you leap
And were gonna judge you by the friends you keep
Listen, youre looking nasty and Im in too deep
Youll be real happy to be losing sleep
Chorus repeats out
song performed by by Kiss
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Countess From Hong Kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
It ends up the same
Walkin the streets out in singapore
It was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from hong kong
She did everything right
Countess from hong kong
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Shes like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from india
They fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
She cut among the trees
Countess from hong kong believe me baby
Now youre, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Countess From Hong Kong (demo)
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
it ends up the same
Walkin' the streets out in Singapore
it was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from Hong Kong
she did everything right
Countess from Hong Kong
oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
she's like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from India
they fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
she cut among the trees
Countess from Hong Kong believe me baby
now you're, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Dram-Shop Ditty
I drink my fill of foamy ale
I sing a song, I tell a tale,
I play the fiddle;
My throat is chronically dry,
Yet savant of a sort am I,
And Life's my riddle.
For look! I raise my arm to drink-
A voluntary act, you think
(Nay, Sir, you're grinning)>
You're wrong: this stein of beer I've drained
to emptiness was pre-ordained
Since Time's beginning.
But stay! 'Tis I who err, because
Time has no birth; it always was,
It will be ever;
And trivial though my act appears,
Its repercussion down the years
Will perish never.
It will condition ages hence,
but its most urgent consequence,
You'll not deny, Sir,
Is that it should be filled again
To goad my philosophic brain,
If you will buy, Sir.
There is no great, there is no small;
Fate makes a tapestry of all,
each stitch is needed . . .
The gods be praised! that barman chap
Manipulates his frothing tap -
My plea is heeded.
Two foaming tankards over-spill,
And soon, ah! not too soon, they will
Our thirst be slaking.
Stout lad! he does not dream that he
A page of history maybe
Is blandly making.
For Sir, it was ordained that you
Buy me a drink (or maybe two)
Since ages hoary;
And doubtless it is predestined
our meeting shall affect in kind
Earth's Cosmic Story.
The fathomless, eternal Past,
The Future infinitely vast,
We two are linking;
So let us fitly celebrate
This moment of immortal Fate
In drinking, drinking.
But though I toss a hearty pot,
Kind stranger, do not think I'm not
For Truth a groper . . .
Another? Thanks, I won't refuse,
I am a tippler, if you choose,
But not a toper.
A nice distinction! . . . Well, life's good;
Just give me beer, rich greasy food,
And let me fiddle;
Enough of dull philosophy;
To-night we'll merry, merry be . . .
Hi-diddle-diddle.
poem by Robert William Service
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