SONGS

Row, Row, Row Your Boat

Baltimore Area Council

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.

Blub blub blub your sub
Gently ‘neath the stream
Ha ha fooled you all
I’m a submarine

Propel Propel Propel your craft
Passively down the liquid solution
Ecstatic ecstatic ecstatic ecstatic
Existence is but an optical illusion

BLOW YOUR BOAT

Circle Ten Council

Tune: Row, Row, Row your Boat

Blow, Blow, Blow your boat,

Fast along the waves.

Do your best, do your best,

We're the Cub Scout braves.

Blow, Blow, Blow your sail,

Passing others by

Do your best, do your best,

Aye-Aye-Aye

Propel Your Craft

Baltimore Area Council

Tune: Row, Row, Row Your Boat

Propel, propel. propel your craft

Smoothly through the liquidy solution,

Ecstatically, ecstatically. ecstatically, ecstatically

Existence is but an illusion,

Sailing, Sailing

Baltimore Area Council

Sailing, sailing over the bounding main
Where many a stormy wind shall blow
‘Ere Jack comes home again
Sailing, sailing over the bounding main
Where many a stormy wind shall blow
‘Ere Jack comes home again

Little White Duck

Baltimore Area Council & Circle Ten Council

There’s a little white duck sittin’ in the water,
A little white duck, doin’ what he oughter.
He took a bite of a lily pad, flapped his wings
And he said I’m glad that I’m a little white duck
Sittin’ in the water, quack, quack, quack.

There’s a little green frog, swimmin’ in the water
A little green frog, doin’ what he oughter.
He jumped right off the lily pad the little duck bit
And he said I’m glad that I’m a little green frog
Swimmin’ in the water, croak, croak, croak.

There’s a little black bug, floatin’ on the water
A little black bug doin’ what he oughter
He tickled the frog on the lily pad that the little bug bit
And he said I’m glad that I’m a little black bug
Floatin’ on the water, chirp, chirp,

There’s a little red snake lyin’ in the water

A little red snake doin’ what he oughter

He frightened the duck and the frog so bad

He ate the bug and he said I’m glad that I’m a little red snake

Lyin’ in the water; ssss, ssss, ssss.

There’s A Hole In The Bottom Of The Sea

Baltimore Area Council

There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole, there’s a hole
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
There’s a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole, there’s a hole
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a bump on the log in the hole
In the bottom of the sea
There’s a bump on the log in the hole
In the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole, there’s a hole
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea

Keep building as long as your imagination let’s you.  Be sure to repeat all the items each time.

There’s a frog on the bump on the log in the hole …

There’s a fly on the frog on the bump on the log …

There’s a wing on the fly on the frog on the bump…

There’s a flea on the wing on the fly on the frog …

After this you could have

A wing on the flea,

A hair on the wing,

But at Camp No-Be-Bo-Sco in the 60’s under the direction of “Golden” Eddie (Stoeffels) we would continue with –

There’s a truck on the flea on the wing on the fly …

There’s a tire on the truck on the flea on the wing …

And somehow we would wind up with

There’s a charge in the proton in the atom …
I don’t remember it all.  Sorry.   However you do it -

#1.    Have Fun

#2.    Make sure your Cubs are having fun, don’t drag it out too long.  Commissioner Dave

Paddle Song

Baltimore Area Council

Start out softly as if the canoes are at a great distance.  Each time, get a little louder as the canoes pass you, then gradually get soft again as the canoes disappear from sight.

Our paddles keen and bright,
Flashing like silver.
Swift as the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip, and swing.

Dip, dip, and swing them back,
Flashing like silver.
Swift as the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip, and swing.

SuperCalifornianExpertSurferoftheOcean

Circle Ten Council

(Tune:  Supercalifragilistic)

Chorus:

SuperCalifornianExpertSurferOfTheOcean,

Even though most of them don’t use a suntan lotion

When they hit the waves too hard

They sure do cause commotion.

SuperCalifornianExpertSurferOfTheOcean,

Hum, diddle, diddle, diddle

Hum, diddle, I (up half-tone)

Hum, diddle, diddle, diddle

Hum, diddle, I

Because I was afraid to surf

When I was just a lad

My father took my board away

And told me I was bad

But then one day I learned a word

That every surfer knows

The biggest word you ever heard

And this is how it goes:  Chorus

Chorus:

Cub Sailors

Circle Ten Council

(Tune:  My Bonnie Lies Over the Sea)

The Cub Scouts sailed out on the ocean

One weekend with all of the pack

They didn’t remember the compass

Oh, please bring that Cub Scout Pack back.

Chorus:

Bring back, bring back

Bring back those Cub Scouts back home to me

Bring back, bring back

Bring those Cub Scouts to me.

They sailed till they reached Honolulu

They landed with nobody hurt

They went to a Hawaiian luau

Dressed up in blue and gold grass skirts

Chorus

They headed back home one gray morning

Got caught in a bad hurricane

They last report we heard of them

They were sighted off the coast of Spain.

Chorus

Columbus Song

Circle Ten Council

(Tune:  Yankee Doodle)

In fourteen hundred and ninety two

Columbus sailed from Spain

With three small ships and eighty men

Across the bounding main

Chorus:

“Sail on and on,” he said

“There’s nothing you should dread.”

“We’ll find that New World soon I’m sure!”

“Just think what lies ahead!”

Columbus was a sailor fine

He knew his navigation

And even though his men were scared

He was their inspiration.

Shipwrecked Cub Scouts

Longhorn Council

 (Tune: Gilligan’s Island Theme)

Our pack set sail on the sea one day,
In search of coins of gold.
A group of hearty Cub Scouts,
And leaders true and bold.

The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of our Cubmaster,
The whole pack would be lost.

Our boat touched ground on a rocky isle
And up walked a tall old man.
He tossed a towel to dry us off,
And raised high his right hand.

He said, “You’re a sharp pack of Cub Scouts,
Your courage brave and sure,
To sail out on a sea like this
On a Scouting adventure.”

He gave directions to get home.
We set sail with good cheer.
We reached home with the setting sun,
And tied up to the pier.

We looked in the bottom of the boat
And saw the old man’s towel.
His name was stitched along the hem,
The name was Baden-Powell.

He Waded in the Water

Circle Ten Council

(Tune:  Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Chorus:

He waded in the water and he got his feet all wet

He waded in the water and he got his feet all wet

He waded in the water and he got his feet all wet

But he didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

        Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        He didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

He waded in the water and he got his ankles wet (3x)

But he didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

Chorus

He waded in the water and he got his knees wet (3x)

But he didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

Chorus

He waded in the water and he got his thighs wet (3x)

But he didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

Chorus

He waded in the water and he finally got it wet (3x)

He finally got his bathing suit wet!

Lobster Mash

Santa Clara County Council

Tune – Monster Mash

 
I was down by the ocean late one night
When my eyes beheld an unusual sight
Hoards of lobsters began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

(they did the mash) They did the lobster mash
(they did the mash) It was a seaside smash
(they did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(they did the mash) They did the lobster mash

From my front-row seat at sandcastle west
To the briny deep, beyond the wave crests
The fish all came from their humble abodes
To share in the dance and twinkle their toes

(they did the mash) They did the lobster mash
(they did the mash) It was a seaside smash
(they did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(they did the mash) They did the lobster mash

The dolphins were having fun, the party had just begun
The guests included Marlin and Nemo, his only son.

The scene was rocking, all were digging the sound
Of the lobster claws clicking as all twirled around.
The whales and jellyfish were starting to scream
When a wave crashed loudly, and I awoke from my dream

(of the mash) It was the lobster mash
(oh yes the mash) It was a seaside smash
(you know the mash) It was gone in a flash
(it was the mash) My dream lobster mash.

Give Me A Pond

Baltimore Area Council

Tune: Home On The Range             

Oh, give me a pond. on a hot summer's day.

Where the frogs and the crayfishies play.

I'll fish and I'11 swim: 'till it's time to go in;

Sopping wet. dripping all of the way.

Splish, splashing. I go.

All wet from my head to my toe.

Skipping stones 'cross the top;

Hope I never need stop;

I'm one happy-go-lucky. wet fellow!

Water Sports

Baltimore Area Council

Tune: Yankee Doodle

Water sports are what we like.

For summer, spring and fall.

When summer comes you now must know.

We'll have a great big ball.

Chorus:

Cub Scouts always having fun,

Cub Scouts in the water,

Swimming, diving, fishing, too.

Safely like we "otter".

Rivers and lakes, oceans and streams,

And even swimming pools.

Back stroke, breaststroke, and butterfly,

We'll follow safety rules.

Chorus

Shipwrecked Cub Scouts

Longhorn Council

Tune: Gilligan’s Island Theme

Our pack set sail on the sea one day,
In search of coins of gold.
A group of hearty Cub Scouts,
And leaders true and bold.

The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of our Cubmaster,
The whole pack would be lost.

Our boat touched ground on a rocky isle
And up walked a tall old man.
He tossed a towel to dry us off,
And raised high his right hand.

He said, “You’re a sharp pack of Cub Scouts,
Your courage brave and sure,
To sail out on a sea like this
On a Scouting adventure.”

He gave directions to get home.
We set sail with good cheer.
We reached home with the setting sun,
And tied up to the pier.

We looked in the bottom of the boat
And saw the old man’s towel.
His name was stitched along the hem,
The name was Baden-Powell.

Skin Diver’s Song

Longhorn Council

 Tune: Sailing, Sailing

Diving, diving, into the deep blue sea,
And many a fish we’ve scared away
On that you will agree.
Diving, diving, into the ocean blue,
With flippers, and mask and oxygen gas
We’ll have adventures true!

Popeye the Sailor Man

Santa Clara County Council

I’m Popeye, the sailor man.

I’m doing the best I can.

I eat all my spinach,

I fight to the finish.

I’m Popeye, the sailor man.

Jaws

Santa Clara County Council

Tune:  Do Re Mi

JAWS a mouth, a great big mouth

TEETH the things that make a crunch

BITE the friendly shark’s “Hello”

US his favorite juicy lunch

BLOOD that turns the ocean red

CHOMP oh what a tasty treat

GULP that means the shark’s been fed

That will bring us back to

JAWS! JAWS! JAWS! JAWS!

Singing in the Rain

Capital Area Council, TX

We're singing in the rain, just singing in the rain.

What a glorious feeling, we're happy again.

Thumbs up! [Group echoes.]

A-root-ta-ta, root-ta-ta. root-ta-ta-TA

Add each of the following, in turn
and keep doing all previous motions:

Thumbs Up,

Arms Out,

Elbows In,

Knees Bent,

Knees together,

Toes together,

Butt out,

Chest out,

Head Back,

Tongue out

Scout Wetspers

Capital Area Council, TX

Tune -  Oh, Tannenbaum

Softly fall the rains today
As our campsite floats away
Silently, each Scout should ask
"Did I bring my SCUBA mask?
Have I tied my tent flaps down?
Learned to swim so I won't drown?
Have I done, and will I try
Everything to keep me dry?

Outdoor Fun Song

Capital Area Council, TX

Tune:- Camptown Races

Cub Scouts have their outdoor fun,

Doo-dah, doo-dah!

Play their games and sing and run,

Doo-dah, doo-dah!

Chorus:

Going to play their games,

Going to sing their songs,

Cub Scout boys have lots of fun,

‘Cause they all belong.

Cub Scout leaders have fun too,

Doo-dah, doo-dah!

Dressed up in their gold and blue,

Oh, doo-dah day!

Chorus:

Cook the food and eat it all,

Doo-dah, doo-dah!

In the outdoors, have a ball,

Oh doo-dah day!

Chorus:

Swim and splash in the swimming pool,

Doo-dah, doo-dah!

So glad there isn’t any school,

Oh, doo-dah day!

Chorus:

This Sand Is Your Sand

Capital Area Council, TX

Tune: This Land is Your Land

This sand is his sand,

This sand is our sand,

On a beach this crowded

We should bring some canned sand!      

And all around us

Beach blankets crammed, jammed.

There’s not a sandy spot left free!

We begged our parents

To take us swimming,

Packed pails and shovels –

The car was brimming!

We piled the food in

We brought the dog too.

What fun the beach would be to see!

The heat was driving,

Was tough surviving,

Bumper to bumper

When at last arriving.

No one went swimming

Or felt like playing,

Back home is where we’d rather be!

This sand is my sand,

This sand is your sand,

Right in our backyard,

Aren’t sandboxes great?

No crowd of kids with

Their pails and shovels.

This sand is just for you and me!