Aug 2005

SQUIGGLE, THE MUSICAL
By Andrea Möller
August 2005

Like many of you, I spend a lot of time alone with a young baby. For the sake of things to do, and things to talk about with him, I find myself making up some of the most ludicrous songs, completely free of any intellectual content whatsoever. (Perhaps reminiscent of my earlier splendid work entitled “I don’t like the butter on my sandwiches mama” which some of you may remember J Here’s a sample …

GO TO SLEEP

I no longer have a sticky bum
There's lots of milkies in my tum
And having cuddles with my mum
Its time to go sleep

I think that apple pie is yum
And climbing things is lots of fun
But tiring for a little one
Its time to go to sleep

I'll get a goodnight kiss from mum
And dream of all the things I've done
And when I wake I'll see the sun
Its time to go to sleep
Its time to go to sleep.

MADE A POOPSIE MUM

Oopsie mum, I made a poopsie mum, I made a poopsie out my bum
Oopsie mum, I made a poopsie mum, I made a poopsie just for fun
Oopsie mum, I made a poopsie mum, I made a poopsie can’t you see
Oopsie mum, I made a poopsie mum, I made a poopsie and a wee!

THE DADDY’S HOME JIG

We’re doing the daddy’s home jig
This isn’t small news its big!
Say hooray cause daddy’s home, hooray cause daddy’s home
Doing the daddy’s home jig

(Accompanied by much random dancing and clapping of hands)

I’M SQUIGGLE THE STICKY BEAK

I’m Squiggle, the sticky beak
Of nine Nambucca street
I like to chew my toes
I’m Squiggle, the sticky beak
Like to play boo and peek
And that’s the way it goes!

(Sticky beak is Aussie slang for someone who is particularly curious, compelled to look at things in a “rubber necking” kind of way.)

I DON’T LIKE IT WHEN MY BUM IS SOGGY

I don’t like it when my bum is soggy
So I yell and call out for my mommy
She must come and wipe up all my poo
So I can think of silly songs to sing to you

POOPS AND FARTSIES (Sung to the tune of Frere Jacques)

Poops and fartsies, poops and fartsies
Out my bum, out my bum
Lots of poops and fartsies, smelly poops and fartsies
For my mum, for my mum

The poops and fartsies song is not to be mistaken for the following, despite similar content J

BURPSIES AND FARTSIES

Burpsies burpsies out my tum
Fartsies fartsies out my bum

Um, yes, there’s a clear theme here somewhere … J

THE IGGLE WIGGLE SQUIGGLE SONG

I’m an iggle, I’m a wiggle, I’m a squiggle, I’m a grump
I can wiggle, I can jiggle, I can wobble, I can jump
And my mummy says I’m gorgeous just as handsome as can be
And I really love my mummy and my mummy she loves me.

DRIVING WITH DAD

Oh we’re going round the corner with the windscreen wipers on
That’s cause daddy’s driving mummy’s car and don’t know right from wrong
But when daddy’s in the driver’s seat the thing that makes me glad
Is that mummy sits here next to me, so we can laugh at dad.