"THE HIPWADERS" self-titled album lyrics by Tito Uquillas (except where noted)

COME ALONG WITH US

Come along with us, come along with us
Come along with us, climb aboard the Hipwader bus

Grab the wheel and drive
With all your friends right by your side
Signal left, now right
You’re going so fast you’re out of sight...

   You can’t be sad
   You’re hoppin’ and boppin’
   ‘cause you’re so glad
   You can’t be sad
   Big smile on your face wave to Mom & Dad

CHORUS

This bus is now a jet
Spread your wings bank right, now left
Fly in real low
Buzz the trees and go, go, go!

   BRIDGE
CHORUS

MESSY ROOM SONG

I got sent to clean up my room
with a feather duster a mop and a broom
When I couldn’t even open the door
My mom screamed “That’s it!  No more!”

   We need an earthmover, bulldozer, dumptruck
   A street sweeper’s needed to clean up the rest
   My child’s room is a mess...

I tried to cheer up my mom with a dance
But I tripped on my toys and I ripped my pants
Mom tried to find another pair in the pile
She handed me my sister’s dress with a smile...

   CHORUS

If this here story sounds familiar to you
There’s only one thing that you can do
You gotta pick up your toys
You gotta pick up your clothes
You gotta pick up your things before everybody knows...

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IT’S AN EARTHQUAKE!

My knees if you see start to wobble
My head bobbles when I start to speak
My ears flap wildly of their own free will
And my bottom jiggles when I’m perfectly still
What is it?

   It’s an earthquake!
   Things are shakin’
   Things are breakin’
   It’s wakin’ me up!
   It’s an earthquake!

I get low when I hear the siren blow
I waddle like a duck right under my desk
Like a turtle I emerge to take a look around
And my hair stands up on end when I hear that sound
What is it?

CHORUS

TWITCHY

Everybody’s saying I can never sit still
Tell me something that I don’t know
Gotta motor that keeps on runnin’
I gotta go, go, go!

   ‘cause I’m so twitchy
   So doggone twitchy
   Well I’m so twitchy
   So doggone twitchy

There’s some school work that I really should be doing
I never give it a second glance
I can’t bother with something so boring
While I’ve got ants in my pants

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     I’m not the only one
     There’s plenty of us under the sun
     I’m not the only one
     Why should I walk when I could run?
     What’s the big deal about having some fun?
     Call me what you want but don’t call me a bum

   CHORUS

With all the thoughts I keep thinking up in my head
It’s kind of hard to hear what I’m being told
I’m busy working on a song - maybe a movie
I ain’t buying what’s being sold...

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WELCOME TO THE ZOO  by George Sanger & Tito Uquillas

We are the Hipwader band
We’d like to shake your hands
Senors and senoritas, too
The animals we feature
You know they will not eat you
We sing so very sweet to you

   Welcome to the zoo, zoo, zoo
   With the kangaroos, roos, roos
   And the tigers, too, too, too
   Welcome to the zoo, zoo, zoo

Show some self-reliance
Come and meet our clients
But do not feed the giant yaks
You’ll learn about the lions
Our advertising tie-ins
And maybe learn some science facts

   CHORUS

Those are great impersonations
But caution I must hasten
Do not make those sounds while at the zoo
For a zookeeper who’s believing
That the animals are fleeing
Will soon be coming after you!

   CHORUS 

SILLY ROBOT DANCE

You can’t dance you can’t do nothin’
Until you press your belly button
Now you dance with all you’ve got
Dancing like a silly robot

   Hands on hips
   Dance real goofy
   Roll your eyes
   And shake your booty

You learned to dance in the loony bin
I can tell ‘cause you dance like him
There you stand with arms akimbo
Thinking “Should I twist or should I limbo?”

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KELLY THE CLOWN

Here she comes
Walking down the street
She sure is fun
She’s the clown we love to meet
She rides a tricycle and makes us laugh
With silly gags and jokes
And a hula-hoopin’ dance
When she’s around you’ll never frown
Jump up and down for Kelly the Clown
Did you say Kelly the Clown?
I said Kelly the Clown    

I LIKE SUMMERTIME  by Jon Vogler

I like summertime
Swimming pools & waterslides make me smile
Running through the sprinklers
With my very best friends
Waiting for the ice cream man
To come around the bend

   When the sun goes down I do not frown
   ‘cause I know that I’ll be with you tomorrow
   When the moon is shining bright, tonight
   I know that soon I’ll be with you outside

I like summertime
Play a game of hide-and-seek
We’re laughing all the while
Bigger kids on bikes
Smaller ones on trykes
Either way we’re having fun
Doing what we like...

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INSECT SAFARI  by Aidan & Tito Uquillas

Children, let’s go on an insect safari...

Insects in the yard
Naming them’s not hard
Insects green
Insects wing
Insects camouflage
Insects sing... 

MR. WIGGLY JIGGLY BONES  by Elliott Fennell & Tito Uquillas

My name is Mr. Wiggly Jiggly Bones
I died in the Civil War
I ain’t afraid of nothin’
‘cause I can’t really die no more
I ran with the rebel army
In 1864
I got blown up by a lead cannon ball
Can’t exactly run no more

   My sacrum’s always creakin’
   My coccyx is a mess
   My hinge and ball & socket joints
   Are wobbly as the rest
   Oh, they never found my ears
   They misplaced my toes
   I don’t really smell too bad
   ‘cause I ain’t got a nose...

He tried so hard to fix me up
That good ol’ Dr. Jones
Finally he said there ain’t no hope
For these wiggly jiggly bones
Now if you’ve been bad that’s when I’ll creep
While you’re sleeping and all alone
I’ll jump around and dance on your bed
In these wiggly jiggly bones

   CHORUS

So you better be good, never sing this song
No! ...not even a note
Or late at night I’ll dance on your bed
And with a giggle, I’ll nip off a toe...

JELLY BEANS

Jelly beans...
When I see them I go...ah, ah, ah...
When I smell them I go...ah, ah, ah...
When I taste them I go ...ah, ah, ah...
They’re my favorite things
Boy, I love to sing
Jelly beans...

Chocolate just ain’t my thing
Oooh, I love those jelly beans...

VOLCANO

Kona, Kona, cone, Kukla, Fran & Ollie

The earth as we know it
Is actually a thin crust that floats atop a sea
Of hot, liquid rock called “magma”

   Volcano, volcano
   What could be more dubious
   Than to live atop Vesuvius
   Cotapaxi - my homeland
   Mt. Etna is Italian
   Pinatubo:  Phillipines
   What exactly does this mean?
     Pressure, pressure is building...

Kona, Kona, cone, Kukla, Fran & Ollie

Magma forces itself up through the earth’s crust
And forms volcanoes
When it comes out
It’s called “lava”

CHORUS

STAND UP TO THE BULLY

Don’t pick on these kids
‘cause these kids are pretty tough
Don’t mess with them at all
‘cause they won’t take any guff
They’re feeling secure
So you can’t mess with their minds
If you try to mess with them
You’re only wasting your time

   Stand up to the bully - no fear

     Don’t feel shame
     You’re not to blame
     Bullies act out
     They need to stop
     You need to walk 
     With your head held high

They pick on the weaker
That’s all they really can
They got to understand
They need to love their fellow man
Understand the differences
That make us all unique
With everyone a potential friend
The future won’t seem bleak

CHORUS

MY GREEN BICYCLE

Let’s take a trip
Where any glitch is surmountable
Throughout the day
My mind’s astray
I hear the beck & call
To spin, spin, spin
Without a fall...
     My green bicycle

I’m riding fast
The miles pass
I’m heading nowhere
Atop my steed
I check my speed
I’m floating on air
I spin, spin, spin
Without a care...
     My green bicycle

HOWLING AT THE MOON

Last Halloween I trick-or-treated with Pete
Dressed like a werewolf he really smelled - he reeked
I just figured the odor was for authenticity
A full moon in the sky, air filled with electricity

     House to house we gathered goodies
     The sugar made us swoon
     We leaped about our eyes aglow
     Arching our backs
     We howled at the moon...ah, ooh...

Throughout the night Pete disappeared now and then
He acted suspicious when I asked him where he had been
His bag seemed fuller - I swear something moved inside
He threw the bag on his back I knew he had something to hide

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   Beware the moonlit night when cavorting back and forth
   Is a bag of candy worth a wolf bite on the throat?

I had enough I pulled at his wig and beard
They held fast - they didn’t budge - it’s what I had feared
Pete was a full-blooded werewolf boy that’s the awful fact
In his bag he had a squirrel, a opossum, poodle dog, and a cat

     CHORUS

WATCH YOUR FRIENDSHIP GROW

   You may live 100 years
   A lonely soul I fear
   It doesn’t have to be this way
   Just listen to me here...

May a sweet, sweet smile be your parting shot
Never lose control
Trust your friends when you disagree
And watch your friendship grow
Never, never strike when you have a fight
Use your words to solve your woes
Talk to your friends when you disagree
And watch your friendship grow

   You may live 100 years
   A hermit’s life I fear
   Or you may have lots of friends
   If you follow this idea...

May a kiss or a hug or a pat on the back
Show your friends you really care
You’ll create a heaven on earth
And save a trip down “there”
Keep in check your devilish side
May your kind heart overflow
Celebrate generosity
And watch your friendship grow

TIME IN TIME-OUT

I spent time in time-out today
Believe me I didn’t plan it this way
If I had a choice I wouldn’t listen to that voice
That says “disregard, disrupt, disrespect, disobey”

I’ll try and do better
Can’t stand to sit alone in my room
Books and rocks and toys that talk
Can’t take the place of someone
To share in my gloom

   I pulled one card
   I pulled two cards
   I pulled three cards
   I pulled four...and many, many more...

I spent time in time-out today

VALENTINE

Valentine
I’d like to make you mine
Can you see this heart-shaped thought balloon
Floating over my head when I think of you?

Valentine
Can you read my mind?
Phonetically I’m spelling L-U-V
Bilingually I spell that A-M-O-R-E

   You had my heart when you tackled me
   Violently
   The recess monitor ended your assault
   No, it’s not your fault
   Cupid’s shot
   Hit it’s mark
   And drove you crazy

Repeat Verse 1