Jammies
By Wendell Clifton
Written 08/12/1993
Updated 05/15/1998
Click this to hear me sing (36K).
I fill my jammies in the night
Oh, I fill my jammies in the night
I like to wake up with my jammies full of jam
Oh, I fill my jammies in the night
I scrub my jammies in the tub
Oh, I scrub my jammies in the tub
I scrub the muck stuff from my jammies while I bathe
Oh, I scrub my jammies in the tub
I dry my jammies on the range
Oh, I dry my jammies on the range
Char likes to build up on my jammies while they bake
Oh, I dry my jammies on the range
I clean my bathtub once a year
Oh, I clean my bathtub once a year
Crud starts to gather in the corners and the cracks
Oh, I clean my bathtub once a year
The bugs eat the droppings on the floor
Oh, the bugs eat the droppings on the floor
Ants like to gather all the little chunks of meat
Oh, the bugs eat the droppings on the floor
Extra verse:
I praise the father and the son
Oh, I praise the father and the son
I like to worship in the house where they reside
Oh, I praise the father and the son
Pleasant Creek
By Wendell Clifton
Written 11/03/1996
Click this to hear me sing (34K).
We're all going down to Pleasant Creek
To worship in the sanctuary of the fission beast
To pray that we can purify the power we released
Yes we're all going down to Pleasant Creek
Bye bye
By Wendell Clifton
Written 05/15/1991
Updated 05/15/1998
"So long, Frankie."
Click this to hear me sing (61K).
(Sung to the tune of New York, New York.)
(I was actually in quite a good mood when I wrote this.)
Start tying the noose
I’m dying today
I’ve got to be departing life
Bye bye, bye bye
If I can hang myself
Then I can free myself
I've got to die
Bye bye, bye bye
