Six quart cans of merculated monkey meat little dirty birdie feet
That is all I can remember, but to this day I think "What the hell is 'merculated monkey meat'?
My mom had a twisted part of her personality (that I find humorous today) She was a Navy Wife, and I remember her standing with us at some change of command ceremony, and the band was playing Sousa's National Emblem March, and my mom (with a kerchief around her head, the six of us kids standing around her with her Jackie-O sunglasses) was muttering the words under her breath: "...and the monkey wrapped its tail around the flagpole, up its a**hole..."
I think she sometimes made life hard for my dad professionally as a naval officer, because she sometimes couldn't be "the good Navy Wife" and would say impolitic things to the wrong people...she was fed up with the life sometimes, and who would I be to judge her. Hell, my dad would be at sea, come home, leave to go back to sea, and she would be pregnant again.
Heh, she was a bit of a wild mare for my dad, I think...they had a complicated relationship...:)
This is the way I heard it:
“Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey feet,
swimming in a pool of blood.”
I forgot the rest except for the last line...”and me without my spoon.”
We used to sing this with great glee as 8 year old boys trying to gross out my sister.
try using mutilated instead of merculated, it works better.
Great big gobs of oooie gooie gopher guts
mutilated monkey meat
amputated birdie feet
all mixed together with all-purpose porpoise pus
... and I forgot my spoon
Being sung at summer camps across America even as we FReep.
It's funny what we recall about our parents sometimes.
Cleveland, Ohio version, ca 1950:
Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts,
and mutilated monkey meat,
all there is that you can eat,
and me without a spoon!