The words to this song were sent to me by
Mary, a Daisy Girl Scout leader.
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- There's a hole in the bucket
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
There's a hole in the bucket
Dear Liza a hole
So fix it Dear Henry
Dear Henry, Dear Henry
So fix it Dear Henry
Dear Henry fix it
With what shall I fix it
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
With what shall I fix it
Dear Liza with what
With some stra-a-a-aw Dear Henry
Dear Henry, Dear Henry
With some stra-a-a-aw Dear Henry
Dear Henry with straw
The straw is to lo-o-o-o-o-ong
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
The straw is to lo-o-o-ong
Dear Liza to long
Then cut it Dear Henry
Dear Henry, Dear Henry
Then cut it Dear Henry
Dear Henry cut it
With what shall I cut it
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
With what shall I cut it
Dear Liza with what
With an a-a-a-a-ax Dear Henry
Dear Henry, Dear Henry
With an a-a-ax Dear Henry
Dear Henry with an ax
(by now Liza's hands would be on her hips, and Henry looks like a
pitiful
hound dog with a long face)
The ax is to du-u-u-u-u-ll
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
The ax is to du-u-u-u-ll
Dear Liza too dull
Then sharpen it Dear Henry
Dear Henry, Dear Henry
Then sharpen it Dear Henry
Dear Henry sharpen it
With what shall I sharpen it
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
With what shall I sharpen it
Dear Liza with what
(jaw clenched tight, singing through her teeth Liza answers)
With a sto-o-o-ne Dear Henry
Dear Henry, Dear Henry
With a sto-o-o-o-o-ne Dear Henry
Dear Henry with a stone
The stone is to dry-y-y-y-y
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
The stone is to dry-y-y-y-y
Dear Liza to dry
(steam blowing out her ears)
Then wet it Dear Henry
Dear Henry, Dear Henry
Then wet it Dear Henry
Dear Henry wet it
With what shall I wet it
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
With what shall I wet it
Dear Liza with what
(eyes closed about to murder)
With water Dear Henry
Dear Henry, Dear Henry
With water Dear Henry
Dear Henry with water
With what shall I fetch it
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
With what shall I fetch it
Dear Liza with what
(someone better call 911)
With a bucket Dear Henry
Dear Henry, Dear Henry
With a bucket Dear Henry
Dear Henry with a bucket
(whining like he will die without it)
But there's a hole in the bucket Dear Liza
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
There's a hole in the bucket
Dear Liza a hole
(train whistle screams as top of head blows and steam rolling out
ears,
ambulance wont make it on time)
THEN SPIT ON IT!
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