Mark Brine

Written by: Mark Brine

 Chorus:
 IF ANTS COULD TALK
 This is what they’d say
 Look out, look out, look out!!!
 They’d run around screamin’
 At the top of their lungs
 Look out, look out, look out!!!

 Last night I dreamt I was interviewin’
 This ant on a TV talk show
 It was so sad to watch him tell this awful sad story
 Of an incident not long ago
 It seems he had fathered over 3000 children
 Had a wife and an anthill home too
 Then he showed me a picture from an ant newspaper clippin’
 Of them all stuck on the bottom of a shoe

 Now I know this all might seem very petty
 But it ain’t so ridiculous ya know
 Just think if there was giants
 ‘N they were squishin’ us all up
 Why you’d be scared every place thatcha go
 You’d be waitin’ any minute to hear (squishing sound)
 It’s all over as flat as a pancake ‘n you’d be stepped on
 No, then you’d be grateful for me
‘N for whatever made me sing the words to this didactic ('di-did-I-cit' -intentionally mispronounced!) song
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)

Written by: MARK BRINE

Chorus:
THERE’S A GOOSE IN MRS. ALEXANDER’S KITCHEN
There’s a goose as big as any goose can be
And it’s fluddering ‘round and knockin’ down the dishes (trimmings)
And Mrs. A is in the utmost misery
Yeow (airplane sound)

There goes the window shades
Ka-boom … there goes the chair
Mrs. A has got her broom out ‘n she’s chasin’ it here ‘n there
Ca-runch … there goes the china
Ching-a-ling … the silverware
What a mess that goose is makin’ everywhere

Watch out for that big glass bowl!!!
Forget it she can’t hear
Mrs. A is on her knees now ‘n she’s pullin’ out her hair
Ca-rash … right through the cupboard glass
‘N all the plants hung with such care
It looks just like a pillow fight, there’s pieces everywhere 'cause
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)

Written by:  MARK BRINE

 Of my many travels, there’s one I ain’t surpassed
 While crossin’ a deserted bridge I never quite got passed

 Hearing sounds beneath me, I glanced down through a hole
 And to my amazement there slept an ugly troll

 Now people speak of fables mytholic fantasies
 But I can’t help believing in everything I see

 So fighting my adrenaline, I chanced to wake his sleep
 In hopes that he’d be friendly a worthwhile soul to meet

 And upon awakening I noticed very clear
 Rolling off onto his beard a single saddenin’ tear

 It seems that he’d been taken, no one had ever dared
 Others they just ran on by, they couldn’t control their fear

 And as we sat there talking, the hours just slipped on by
 All the while I kept thinking how glad I was I’d tried

 Cause all so many times in life, in fear we run away
 and leave behind what we’d ‘ve gained If only we had stayed
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)

Written by:  Mark Brine

 Fred is the yodeling pig
 He yodels everywhere he goes
 You can hear him when he’s in his pen
 Hear him time ‘n time again

 Fred.. the yodeling pig

 Fred left the barnyard one day
 He felt he had to get away
 He traveled to the city
 All dirtied up ‘n gritty
 And he yodeled every step of the way

 ‘Cause Fred is the yodeling pig
 He yodels everywhere he goes
 You can hear him in the city
 All dirtied up ‘n gritty
 Fred the yodeling pig

 While Fred was in the city that day
 He met a big producer from LA
 He said, "Fred, I’ll make you a star
 You’ll be famous near ‘n far
 And you can yodel for your livin’ each day" so

 Fred is the yodeling pig
 He yodels everywhere he goes
 You can hear him on the silver screen
 Or drivin’ in his limousine
 Fred the yodelin' pig
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)

Written by:  MARK BRINE

We went to the beach one sunny day
Down by the ocean in a beautiful bay
There was big brite umbrellas all colors f’sure
All across the sand-rite down to the shore
'N everywhere ya looked there was these big birds
Lookin’ for food ‘n there wasn’t no denyin’
I learned a hard lesson that I’ll pass on to you
‘N I hope you’ll just listen ‘cause believe me, it’s true

DON’T EVER PINCH A SEAGULL
They’ll scream bloody murder so loud
The whole beach’ll stop what they’re doin’
You’ll have every eye on ya in the crowd
Like as if you just murdered somebody
Oh, what a deathly lull
No, take my word ‘n just trust me • Don’t ever pinch a seagull!

What an awful terrible experience that was
I still can remember that day
Before all’a that I was havin’ such a swell time
How quickly it slipped away
So I hope you’ll believe what I’ve told ya
‘N whenever you go to the beach
If ya wanna have fun ‘n enjoy all the sun
Well, doncha ever be tempted to reach - no
©:2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
 

Written by:  MARK BRINE

Chorus:
Antiques, tell me what’s an antique
That word has got me so confused
Has it got you wonderin’ too
(I see it almost everywhere)
And I get so all confused
Antiques, tell me what’s an antique

Whenever Mom ‘n Dad take a ride
‘N travel thru the countryside
I always read the signs along the way
But every time I see that one
Antiques, well it leaves me dumb
‘Cause I just can’t fig’re what it’s ‘spose t’ say

When I chance t’ see ‘n ice cream sign
There ain’t no question in my mind what it means
‘N a big ole smile comes shinin’ thru
Or the restaurant signs, gas station signs
Yeah, I know just what is down the line
But, antiques … what in the heck’s an antique?
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)

Written by:  MARK BRINE

 It was known up 'n down
 In every little town
 That was settled along the new canals
 Sam Patch was renown
 The young man from Rhode Island
 Who would jump from any height
 The crowds would gasp in horror
 As they’d watch him in his flight

 Chorus:
 LEAPIN’ SAM PATCH
 The young man oh so brash
 Sailin’ through the air he’d come
 Like a lightnin’ boltin’ flash
 Leapin’ Sam Patch a legend far ‘n near
 But, oh the price of glory
 Is a price so ever dear

 Genesee Falls 1829 Rochester
 New Yorkers gathered
 Waitin’ there in lines
‘N down he soared the crowd it roared
 But when the curtain call came ‘round
 Leapin’ Sam Patch
 He was no where to be found
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)

Written by:  MARK BRINE

Just A REG’LAR HUCK FINN that’s all I ever been
Glidin’ thru life on a raft within
Unconcerned about the games folks play
Stuff like that only spoils m’ day

No easin’ down a river that’s where I’m at
Turnin’ off the world ‘n confusion
That everybody’s trapped ‘n so wrapped-up in
But not me, I’m free ‘n just a reg’lar Huck Finn

Chorus:
In the scheme’a things the truth don’t ring
I listen now ‘n then t’ the songs they sing
‘N I close my ears ‘n my heart within
‘N take off aging yeah just a reg’lar Huck Finn

Justa reg’lar Huck Finn that’s what I am
Artfully dodgin’ time ‘n time again
What’s ‘spose t’ be real ‘n what’s really real
All I know is what I feel

Yeah, like that turtle ‘n the hare
The story’s the same
People in a hurry try’n win that game
But the river keeps on rollin’ ‘n no one takin’ it in
But, I sure am, yeah a reg’lar Huck Finn
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)

Written by:  MARK BRINE

 If you can’t stop in your busy life
 Then smile as you go by
 What with all this world’s confusion
 It’s a task to even try

 ‘Cause you know, and I do too
 It’s the best thing we can do

 Yes, if you can’t stop in your busy day
 Hey, smile ‘n give a wave
 To somebody on the side lines
‘N include them in that way

 ‘Cause you know, and I do too
 It’s the best thing we can do
 Spread goodwill ‘n it will
 Eventually come back t’ you

 ‘Cause to hold back is to squander
 The greatest gift we all can bid
 Yes, the inner love ‘n kindness
 That’s returned, when’er we give

 If you can’t stop in your busy life
 Then smile as you go by
 What with all this world’s confusion
 You’ll be an exception if you
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)

Written by:  MARK BRINE

 Lullaby – Good Night
 Leave your worries with God
 He'll be up all night anyway
 Watching over his flock
 Like the Good Shepherd does
 'Til morning brings the light of day

 Lullaby its true
 He holds me and you
 In his warm loving arms like sheep
 And protects us from the world
 So now every boy and girl
 Close your eyes and go to sleep

 Chorus:
 GOD WILL BE UP all night anyway
 With his angels to watch you
 'Til the break of day (in every way)
 So don’t fear my little dear
 'Cause God will be up all night anyway

 Lullaby - sweet dreams
 Leave your cares with Him
 He'll be up to turn on the light
 And protect you in this world
 Every little boy and girl
 Till this time again tomorrow night …
 and then …
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)