MUSIC
We sing lots of songs at Music Time from traditional children's songs to folk, to popular covers to some of Jenny's own tunes.
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This page is for lyrics for you to copy and paste as you wish and links to the songs on Jenny's bandcamp page.
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You can listen to and download these songs here
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You can listen to all original songs from Jenny's show 'Granny Pearl- A Magical Tale of the Sea!' HERE
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Belly Button
Oh belly button,
with fluff and stuff within
Are you where my tummy stops
Or where my legs begin?
Oh belly button,
What is it that you do
Stuck right there in the middle of me,
or am I in the middle of you
Some are fat, some are thin,
Some go out, but mine goes....sideways
Oh belly button
You're really rather small
but I wouldn't be the same me
without you there at all
Wrinkled, crinkled inside
I could store things in you,
but I haven't really tried
Oh belly button,
with fluff and stuff within
Are you where my tummy stops
or where my legs begin?
©Jenny Lockyer 2003
Always
I know these things will happen
But you surprise me all the time
You're a stowaway inside my heart
I can't keep you forever,
but for now we are just fine
When you go away,
if we must part
Remember that
You're my baby
And I am yours,
always
You're my baby
and I am yours,
always
© Jenny Lockyer 2017
The Washing Line
I'll bend, I'll blow
Sometimes high, sometimes low
but around and around and around I'll go,
I'm the washing line.
My lines are blue and yellow, sometimes brown,
look good with jeans, or an evening gown
And if I'm special I go up and down
I'm the washing line.
And when you hang your clothes on me
Hear them shout, 'Yippeee!'
They know it'll do them good,
hanging out where all good clothes should
And the pleasure's all mine,
I'm the washing line
I'll whirl and spin, don't know where I'll begin
but all kinds of clothes fit in,
I'm the washing line
I'll flip, I'll fly, I'll stretch so high
Your clothes I'll dry,
I'm the washing line
I look lovely in your back yard and
even better, in your garden
Look my best from the west,
with the sun behind me
On a rainy day my arms are empty
but all I need's the wind to tempt me
And on a bright clean day,
that's where you'll find me,
Soaking up the sunshine
And the pleasure's all mine,
I'm the washing line
The washing line
I'm the washing line.
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© Jenny Lockyer 2003