Ten million years later Mine is basically the one in the original post, but ".44 slug" is changed to ".52 slug" (it does flow better to my ears although it's a nonexistent caliber) and the last verse is included: On top of old smokeyall covered with bloodI shot my poor teacherwith a .52 slug, I went to her funeralI went to her graveSome people threw flowersI threw a grenade, It blew up the cityIt blew up the townIt blew my poor teacherRight out of the ground. She runned out and catched me The throwed me cross her knee But at the set of my britches I had my old geography. With a machine gun. on top of a school bus all covered in sand i shot poor barney with a red rubber band i shot him with courage i shot him with pride i shot poor barney right in his left eye i went to his funeral i went to his grave i didn't bring flowers i bought a grenade i blew up the city i blew up the town i blew up poor barney right out of the ground, She chased me through heavenShe chased me through hellThen i saw the devil and shot him aswell, I opened her coffinshe still wasn't dead so i took a boozkaand blew off the head, On top of old SmokeyAll covered in sandI shot my poor teacherWith a red rubber band, I shot her with pleasureI shot her with prideI couldn't have missed herShe was forty feet wide, I went to her funeralIt was a paradeWhen everyone threw flowersI threw a grenade, I saw her go to PlutoI saw her go to MarsShe's still got that old habitOf smoking cigars. I hated my teacher On top of Old Smokey, All covered with sand, I shot my school teacher, With an old rubber band. Now I can easily complete my article. In Grade 4 I really didn’t like Taylor Swift (I still don’t like her now) so I made up this song in grade 4 and sang it with my sister named Flamingo. And when I jump off Who she tried to take home. I went to his funereal,I went to his grave,some people threw flowers,I threw a grenade. I bounced back up, I fell back down Then I went to my school On top of Ol' SmokeyAll covered in grassThat same bald eagleWas scratching his —. I didn’t throw flowers. It blew up the cityIt blew up the townIt blew my poor teacherStraight out of the ground. She reached for her ruler, And took a swipe at me, I heard in the news one dayThat he wasnt quite dead,So I bought a bazookaAnd blew off his head. On top of Old Smokey Her coffin went splat It rolled onto the table, and then onto the floor, Never heard this Barney one. All covered in snow On top of Old Smokey All covered with blood, I shot my poor teacher With a .44 slug. “FUCK!” With a red rubber band, I shot her with pleasure For instance, here’s a version that’s been going around since at least 1972, according to Sherman (whose book is in the sidebar on the right): On top of old smokeyall covered with bloodI shot my poor teacherwith a 44 slugI went to her funeralI went to her graveeverybody threw flowersI threw a grenade, An alternate ending:I shot her with pleasure,I shot her with prideI couldn’t have missed hershe was forty feet wide. For this reason it is unlikely that an originator of "On Top of Old Smoky" could ever be identified. The kids were all happy I have a very slightly different version with a few extra lines: On top of spaghetti, all covered in cheese Those parodies there were in our Scout Song books here to down under, and when I read these, as well as the original, it brought back great memories of my days in Cubs, Scouts, right through to Rover scouts, and then when I became and assistant cub leader while living in Penang, I taught my young charges the same songs out of the same song book I took with me. She sang “22′ (that’s a TS song) Two chicken enchiladas, filled and covered in a rich and spicy sauce, made with a house-made blend of chilies, nuts, spices and Mexican chocolate and drizzled … I saw my poor teacher Reading this post reminds me of my old room mate! My old friend Barney,wasn't quite dead,so I took my bazooka,and shot off his head, it rolled down a mountain,and into a ditch,and right there he said to me,you son of a *****. On top of old smokey Hank Williams Sr - On Top of Old Smokey The Unreleased Recordings Disc 1 Country 2008 Her body went “SPLAT!” when it touched the ground, We went to her funeral, we went to her grave I went to her funeral, I went to her grave, Instead of throwing flowers, I threw a grenade I went to her coffin She still wasnt dead, So I got my bazooka, And blew off her head. How could I miss her? on top of a mountain all covered with sand, i shot my poor teacher with a red rubber band,she rolled off the mountain and unto the ground, and then (something something i cant recall). On top of the mountains And took off his vest. I killed my poor girlfriend I truly didn’t realise On Top Of Spaghetti was a parody!! I seriously forgot where I heard this one but I know I heard it somewhere. If it's 14", you have a #14, and so on. I tried to go get her On top of Old Smokey, All covered with sand, I shot my school teacher, With an old rubber band. She can’t use the pot! They found me and shot me, The form invites improvised verses and I seem to remember there were several others. × I shot it with pride On top of the canyons Oh no don't get excitedNow don't be misledBecause that bald eagleWas scratching his head. All of them! I’m One Direction’s biggest fan though. I went to her grave, Our grade had to sing this variant in freshman year (2002). But look, by the wall! It blew up the graveyard On top of Ol' Smokey all bloody and redI hit my poor teacher with a sackful of lead.I went to her casket, she still wasn't dead,so I took my bazooka and blew off her head.I went to her funeral, I went to her grave,Instead of throwing flowers, I threw a grenade. I shot my poor teacher. And the next thing you see Also a complete nonsense version went around my school which didn’t rhyme but we all found amusing: On top of a hill He got flipped upside down Then 20 years later,He rose from the dead,He cut off my finger,So I cut off his head. And then my poor meatball, it rolled out of the door Hmm sesame street sang that last line “and by next summer it grew into a tree” but whatever i’ve repressed all the memories of the SS version, On top of old smokeyAll covered with sandI shot my poor teacherWith a big rubber band, I shot her with pleasureI shot her with pride I couldn't have missed herShe was 40 feet wide, I went to her funeralI wept at her graveSome people threw flowersI threw a grenade, I opened her coffinShe wasn't quite deadSo I took out a bazookaAnd blew off her head, The ending I remember is:The girls threw flowerThe boys threw grenades. This one would definitely be considered a terrorist threat by today's standards.And while we sang others that were openly bigoted and sexually inappropriate, this one takes the cake with its violent musings. I shot my poor teacher, Held my cola drink, I looked in the saucepan I learned this one on a camping trip in high school. I shot it with courageI shot it with prideHow could I miss him?He was 50 feet wide. It is unclear when, where and by whom the song was first sung. And flipped over his ….. (It makes people think you’re going to say “hat”) On top of a small hill all covered in mud At that moment I knew he’d be dead I’m begging you, please “You ruined my spaghetti!” I went to her concert And out came her sister On top of Spaghetti all covered with cheese I shot my teacher with a red BB gun Right under the lid I took a machine gun and shot Barney’s slave I went to her funeral.I went to her grave.Instead of dropping flowers.I threw a hand grenade. remember this part: "She didn't look happy. A rubber toy mouse. In historical times folksongs were the informal property of the communities that sang them, passed down through generations. From my Arizona schoolyards was similar to that of Sherman’s: I went to his funeral,I went to his grave,Everybody threw flowers,I threw a grenade. Without any clothes. It was popular when we were in Grade 4. Then flipped elmo’s ducks With no sadness at all All covered with sauce I shot her head off, I watched as she died A papadoo is a toy pyramid-shaped mud ball that blows up and mud splashes everywhere. Walk onto the mat On top of the school bus,Covered in cheese,I shot Barney,With an M16,I went to the graveyard,To spit on his grave,They're throwing flowers,I'm throwing grenades,Six years later,He came back to life,So I stabbed him,In the face with my knife. I stopped by his house Her body went upHer body went downSome people were laughingSome people were sadHer mother was cryingBut inside she was gladOn top of a mountain all covered in grassThere was a bald eagle who was scratching his….Don’t be mistakenDon’t be misled There sat a bald eagle stratching his head. I made up an ending for it since i hadn't heard one myself. And put me in jail – I went to her funeral, See more ideas about Smokey mountains, Places, Scenery. Might be a mockery of America, I don't know. Died of disgrace. This is a shorter version I heard form somewhere: On top of a mountain on top of a roof, I picked up a sniper and aimed it at you. In 10 feet of blood. And now my poor meatball on top of old smokey all covered in bloodthere was an apche face down in the muda knife in his belly an axe in his headi took it for granted the apache was dead, on top of old smokey all covered in grassthere was a bald eagle scratching his…don't be mistaken, don't be misleadfor the bald eagle was scratching his head, (as well as the red rubber band one about the teacher), on top of the mountain, all covered in blood, i killed a black Nigger, with my 44 slug i went to his funeral, and pissed on his grave, instead of some flowers, i threw a grenade he woke up and chased me, i thought he was dead, so i got my bazooka, and blew of his head, he rolled down the mountain, and into a ditch and right there he told me you son of a *****. Some people threw flowers, You know I probably would be dead Pretty sure he will have a good read. This is the version we sang in school: On top of Ol' Smokey,all covered in sandI shot my poor teacher with a red rubber band. I threw a grenade. Well a-courting’s a pleasure And parting is grief But a false-hearted lover Is worse than a thief. Some people threw flowers When somebody sneezed On top of Old Smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover By a-courtin’ too slow. THe contributor to Sherman’s book couldn’t remember (or wouldn’t admit) a fourth verse, but knew there was one. We had a third verse for the teacher song (London, ON, circa 1980-83) which went: When I opened her coffinShe wasn't quite deadSo I took a bazookaAnd blew off her head. Love this! I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride, For I couldn't miss her, She was forty feet wide. For what it's worth, "on top of spaghetti' was a novelty song by Tom Glazer in the 1960's. On top of old smokey. And took over the world, Here is what I sang as a kid…(and I still sing it occasionally haha), On top of Spaghetti, all covered in cheese, The tree went to her grave Spaghetti, all covered in blood And all of this drama Same here!! It went through the garden They played it – So maybe his particular version, with the rimes of "bush" with "mush," came out in 1963, but our version was not that tame.The first two verses seem standard "on top of spaghetti. This Song is meant for Scouts BSA, Webelos scouts. Because she was such a BITCH!!! On top of Mt. i went to her funeral,i walked pass her grave,some people threw flowers,i threw hand grenades. On top of a mountain all covered in snowThere is someone I shot five minutes ago.I shot her with pleasure I shot her with pride I couldn’t have missed herShe was forty foot wideI went to her funeral Her body was laid Some people threw flowersI threw a grenade. Oh, I'm sorry. She reached for her ruler, with my 44 guns, I went to the hospital I shot her with pride I shot her with pleasure I shot her with pride For I couldn't miss her She was forty feet wide. She run out and catched me, Throwed me 'cross her knee, But in the seat of my britches, I had my old Geography. _____-_____ _____-i came to the con clusion that my teacher was dead . ", on top of old smokey all covered with blood i shot my dear sister with a 44:slug i went to her funeral i went to her grave Some people threw flowersI threw a grenade the cops came to get me and throw me in jail i got my bazooka and sent them all to hell. (And that’s where it goes blank) I opened her coffin, The variations, however, are (as best I can tell) playground variations. His last words were on top of the school bus,all covered with blood,I shot my friend Barney,with 500 guns. Required fields are marked *, seven Sunshine. So I took a bazooka, And collapsed to the floor Relevance. I had no idea that anyone named Mr. Glazer published it in 1963, because I clearly remember singing it before that. I dug out his coffin,right out of the ground,I opened his coffin,and here's what I found. This is one I made up, it's based of real events and is about my brother's cub scout leader. Where nobody goes, He took off the rest. She was 40 feet wide, I checked in her coffin Instead of throwing flowers, I through a grenade. This goes with the previous post (the one that says "I think this is the best version). I went to his funeral I went to his graveSome people threw flowersI threw a grenade. Both were sung to Chariots of Fire and the second one was taught to me by my neighbor who learned it from an anti-Barney newsgroup. But then I rememberedI murdered BarneySo I was put in a hell thatWas made just for me. on top of old smokey. i was a cub scout, boy scout, This site is not officially associated with the Boy Scouts of America. There are dad came and saw us all dead One Direction is awesome I killed my poor teacher, On top of old smokeyAll covered with sandI shot my poor teacher with a red rubber band, I shot her with gloryI shot her with cheerbecause she was drinkingmy Budweiser beer, On top of a mountainall covered with sandI shot my poor teacherwith a red rubber band, I shot her with happinessI shot her with prideI couldn't have missed her,she's forty feet wide. top of ol smokey all covered in blood i shot that fat barny with a valcan minigun i read in the newspaper that he was not dead i went to his grave site and blew off his head i went to his funeral i went to his grave some people threw flowers while i threw granades. = I got my guns She run out and catched me, Throwed me 'cross her knee, But in the seat of my britches, I had my old Geography. 200 feet high before she died When I dive in water That’s the one I learned! A knife in her back, The music biz, and normal work took up too much time..afternoon shifts can be a trying time for leaders getting to the meeting, bar on holidays off work. We sang the Barney version, but had this as the final verse: Australia, early '70s:On top of Old Smokey,all covered in blood,I saw my teacherstuck in the mud. And the crossing guard too All covered with cum When I got to the bottom he wasn't quite dead so I took a bazooka and I blew off his head. (the rest was the same as above. On top of Mount Diablo all covered in bloodI shot poor Elmo with a machine gunI went to his funeral, I went to his grave.Some people threw flowers, I threw a grenade.It blew up the city it blew up the town.It blew poor Elmo right out of the ground.In 1,000,000 years later, he ruled the grave. I did it with pleasure,I did it with pride.I couldn't have missed her; she was forty feet wide. I saw Hello Kitty walking across the street This sort of silicone paths is actually produced having shut hook jointless steel wires to guarantee excessive tensile durability along with exceptional central balance.rubber tracks, The one I would sing is:On top of old smokeysat (name) and meI got my bazookaand shot off his/her kneewe went to the doctorhe said he/she wasn't deadso I got my bazookaand shot off his/her headI went to his/her funeralI went to his/her gravesome people threw flowersI threw a grenade, On top is a school busAll covered in cheeseI shot my poor teacherBetween the knees, My teacher went up Up up up upMy teacher send downDown Dow down downMy teacher went splat All over the ground, I went to her funeralI went to her gravePeople threw flowersI threw a grenade, England/Great Britain, at least since late 90s. He only can waddl And shot the teacher I met her in hell when I will jump down was shot through the head! Except it was in Alaska in the early 90’s. TITLE: On Top of Old Smokey AUTHOR: unknown CATEGORY: traditional, public domain KEYWORDS: courting, love, rejection, warning, floatingverses EARLIEST DATE: 1911 (Belden). All covered with muck It rolled on the floor 14 On top of the redwoods I lost my poor meatball There was more, but I cannot remember any of it. She fell in a ball pit Here’s hips I learned it: On top of mt Everest all covered in blood. On top of spaghetti all covered with cheeseI lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed, It rolled off the table and onto the floorand then my poor meatball it rolled out the door, It rolled cross the sidewalk and under a bushand then my poor meatball was nothing but moosh, The moosh was as tasty as tasty could beand then my poor meatball turned into a tree. In the 1960s in Kansas we would use Old Smokey and sometimes Old Spaghetti but the next line was: I shot Mr. Kruschev with a red rubber band. I said “come on dora, let’s go on a trip” Usually we skipped the last word and instead sequed into the Good Old Fashioned Root Beer chant, like we did at the end of the sipping cider song. That are made of steam The version I grew up with (Ventura, CA: late 70's early 80's' was as follows: On top of old smokey,All covered with sandI shot my poor teacher,with a red rubber band. All covered with blood, I shot my poor teacher when somebody sneezed That said, keep in mind that the actual top grill where the food goes is a little smaller in order to fit inside. I trip and fell I got out my spatulas It rolled down the highwayAnd into the seaThe sharks were happyAnd they drank (name) tea! Some people threw flowers, I sent them to hell, Made this up he wasn’t quite dead And shot off her head, I met her in heaven on top of the school busall covered in bloodi shoot barny with a 44 slugi went his funaruli went to his graveevrybody throw flowers i throw a grenadei shoot him with pleasure i shoot him with pride50 years later he didnt look quit dead i took my bouzuca shoot his head there is no more barney for another year. And made her go flipping (Harlem, NY 1999), On top of a small hill all covered with mud Anyway, there are many more verses in some versions, but I don’t really believe this is a “kids song.” It was recorded by folk singer Tom Glazer back in 1963, and is pretty clearly an adult-written tune that was taught to kids. I opened her casket, she wasn’t quite dead, so I took a bazooka and blew off her head! Hilarious. She reached for her ruler Took a swipe at me I blew up my teacher and sent her to the sun It wasn’t hard to miss him he was 50 ft wide. Into deep outer space on top of old smokey all covered in red there layed my poor teacher with an axe in her head. Many people assume On Top of Old Smokey refers specifically to the Smokey Mountains in the Southeastern United States, and it can and has been sung in that context.But On Top of Old Smokey is a folk song with a long history. on top of old smokey all covered with snow i lost my true lover for courting too slow for courting's a pleasure and parting's a grief and a false hearted lover is worse than a thief for a thief will just rob you and take all you save but a false hearted lover will lead you to the grave Taylor Swift is not From Kit Peters “Now I can’t eat it!” I went to the funeral to see Barney dead So I can't join the team So that’s why school is permanently out. That's the version I learned too, Bonnie, in grade school. I still don't see any other posts with the lyrics I remember hearing and always thought were original which are: On top of Old Smokey, all covered in snow,I lost my poor sweet heart, in 40 below…, On top of old smokeyAll covered in cheeseI shot my poor teacherWith a red rubberband, I couldnt've missed herShe was 40 foot wideI shot her with pleasureI shot her with pride, Her body went upHer body went downHer body went splatAll over the ground. I threw a grenade, Her coffin went up I went to her funeralI went to her graveWhen people threw flowers,I threw a hand grenade. I didn’t just push him I pushed him with pride. I went to her funeral, I went to her grave I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride, For I couldn't miss her, She was forty feet wide. I went back to my house And that’s when she told me “you son of a bitch” “It’s covered in boogers!” But when he saw Annie, An axe in her head, And in the volcano Really? All covered in sand. I took a machine gun and shot off her head. Alternative Version of "On Top of Old Smokey" She reached for her ruler, I couldn’t quite miss her She fell off the mountain and into a ditch Its been since 1954 +,- since And everyone’s dying So now me and my classmates On top of Old Smokey, All covered with sand, I shot my school teacher, With an old rubber band. On top of Old Smokey, All covered with sand, I shot my school teacher, With an old rubber band. All covered with dirt, I lost my suspenders . . On top of Mount Fuji, all covered in fog,My scout leader broke his poor fuji stickOn a big old loghe did a ninja moveit was really coolbut when he was finishedhe felt like a foolhe had broken his fuji stickas broken could behe had broken his fuji stickso sad was heso if you have fuji sticksthat you love so dearhold on to them tightlywhen Mathew comes near, Hello, this is fastidious post I actually loved reading this.General Recreation Inc, Most of us sell the particular jointless silicone paths while using most advanced technology.
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