"That Punchin' Bag Thang"

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BB Fuzz

Words & Music by Jeff Johnson

I love to sing and learn and play

I love to laugh and dance all day

My name is BB Fuzz

BB Fuzz, BB Fuzz, Alright

The Booper at the Store

Words & Music by Jeff Johnson

While I was laying on my couch

Watching a program on TV

My stomach started growling

I was hungry can’t you see

I went to my re”frig”erator

And opened up the door

There was nothing to be found

But a moldy apple core

I said mom we need some groceries

There’s nothing hear to munch

So we went to the market

To buy some stuff lunch

We saw all kinds of stuff that day

As we went down the aisles

I think we looked at everything

Boy that took a while

We gathered all the groceries

And then we went to pay

I heard an interesting noise

As went along the way Hey

We got closer to the checkout line

I heard the sound once more

Then I said I know that noise

That’s the booper at the store

We put our stuff on the counter

Mom started with the ham

The lady started up the booper

And we began to jam

CHORUS

Cereal - “Boop”, Bread - “Boop”

Apples - “Boop”, Peanuts - “Boop”

Ice Cream - “Boop”, Milk - “Boop”

Cheese Dip - “Boop”, Soda - “Boop”

Pretzels - “Boop”

When a boop is booped it must be booped like a boop, If it’s not booped like a boop then a boop’s not a boop

When you boop a boop then boo like a boop If you don’t boop like a boop then don’t boop a boop.

She finished with our groceries

And put them in a sack

That booper thing is something else

Man I cannot wait to come back

We pushed our buggy to the front

We needed nothing more

But I heard her fire that booper up

As we went out the door

Coodies

Words & Music by Jeff Johnson

Coodies, Coodies I’m so scared of them cuddies

Coodies, Coodies I’m so scared of them thangs

Circle Circle Dot Dot Now I have my Coodies Shot

Circle Circle Square Square now I have it everywhere (NOW I’M SINGING)

Coodies, Coodies I ain’t scared of no cuddies

Coodies, CoodiesI ain’t scared them thangs

1. I went out on the playground I didn’t won’t to leave

Until I looked right down and saw a coody on my sleeve

I tried to shake it off and I tried to run away

I think I’m surely gonna have A very bad day

2. I got up in the morning to ride the bus to school

I sit with my buddies because I think it’s cool

The seats were all taken and I didn’t make a fuss

I sat beside a girl and got a coody on the bus

3. I was walking in the hallway on my way to class

I didn’t even look up’ Cause I had a hall pass

I ran right into someone and they ran in to me

I think it was a boy and I think I got a coody

Did Not Did Too

Words & Music by Jeff & Angie Johnson

(Spoken) “I got the front seat up there and the way back

No I called it first

No you didn’t I did

I called it”

Did not, did too Did not, did too

I called it 1000x, 1001, 1002, 1003

Million, billion, trillion, gazillion

Nu-uh, uh-huh Nu-uh, uh-huh

Infinity, infinity plus 1

There is no infinity plus 1

I just created it

No you didn’t, yes I did No you didn’t, yes I did

Older, younger, who cares, I care

Taller, shorter, I’m better looking

No you’re not, yes I am No you’re not, yes I am

Opposite day everything you say is backwards

So that means I get it

No it doesn’t, yes it does No it doesn’t, yes it does

(Spoken) “Both of you are riding in the back seat

I’m getting in first, no I am . . ..”

Loose Tooth Blues

Words & Music by Jeff Johnson

CHORUS

Loose tooth blues (blu-wu-ues), Loose tooth blues

Loose tooth blues, Loose tooth blues

Well I’m seven years old and I ‘ve payed my du-wu-ues

I’ve got the loose tooth blues

END

We’ll I’m seven years old walk a mile in my shoes (but dad their only a kids 9 & 1/2)

I’ve got the loose tooth blues

Momma Burned It But We Ate It Anyway

Words and Music by Jeff Johnson

1. When I was a little boy Momma cooked for the family

From time to time it happened Smoke as far as you could see

It didn’t matter what it was she didn’t discriminate

Soup, bread, or spaghetti She got to the oven late

Chorus Momma burned it but we ate it anyway

It was nice and toasty and that’s all I’ve got to say

I ate it all my life, I ate it all my days

It hasn’t killed me yet and I’m OK

2. Ash was a side dish, charcoal was a topping

Soot was a special sauce, and (spoken) Blackened was always on the menu

Torched, scorched, flamed, charred, smoldered She would say

If you put the fire out and eat it, It’s alright you’ll be OK

Bridge I ate burned chicken and I ate burned bread

I ate burned taters and I’m still not dead

I ate burned popcorn oh I’m not proud

‘Cause I always knew it was suppertime when I saw that black cloud

(Spoken) Did I mention that double dark meat extra well done was a house specialty?

That Punchin' Bag Thang

Words & Music By Jeff Johnson

CHORUS

I sing real loud (La, la, la, la, la) and I sing real soft (La, la, la, la, la)

I sing both high and low

I sing real long (La . . .) I sing real short (la)

I sing both fast (La . . .) and slow (da de da de da de dum 2x)

Cause that punchin' bag thang in the back of my throat makes me sing so well

It’s my hidden secret I’ll never ever tell

1. When you walk up to a mirror, mouth open very wide

See what you can find as you take a look inside

There’s teeth & gums and tonsils and don’t forget the spit

I hope there are no cavities my mom would have a fit

There’s also something interesting I think it helps me sing

I don’t know what its name it’s that punchin' bag thang

2. I sing opera, rock and Jazz Gospel rap and pop

Country, bluegrass, classical I could never stop (did I just stop?)

I sing Reggae and Big Band and don’t forget the Blues

With my punchin' bag thang I’ll sing any style I choose

Rock

I love my punchin' bag thang, It helps me really sang

Classical

I love my punchin' bag thang, It helps me to sing

Bluegrass

I love my punchin' bag thang, Yee-Haw, It really helps me to sang, Yee-Haw

Blues

My punchin' bag thang, helps me to sang (scat sing

Rap

My name is Mr. Johnson and you think it’s kinda cool

That I ‘m teaching rap music down at the elementary school

And you want to know my name I guess I’ll tell you just the same

It’s Mr. Johnson teaching rap music is my thang

I use my punchin' bag thang, when I sang, chicken wang

Backerds CBAs

Words & Music by Jeff Johnson

Backerds alphabet, Backerds alphabet,

Backerds alphabet, Backerds CBAs

ZYXWV, UTSRQP, ONMLKJ, IHGFEDCBA

Backerds CBAs Remix

Words & Music by Jeff Johnson

10 9 8, 7 6 5, 4 3 2, 1

ZYXWV, UTSRQP, ONMLKJ, IHGFEDCBA

Backwards

Alphabet backwards, Numbers backwards

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