I grew up listening to Professor Pete! My mom and I listened to classical music a lot, and I have her sense of humor, so when I brought the cassette of this home from the library, we laughed our codas off! 😂

Thank you for this! Long overdue!

THROW THE YULE LOG ON, UNCLE JOHN Throw the yule log on, Uncle John/Throw the yule log on, Uncle John Soprano: Falala, falala, falala, falala, falala, fafa mifa Alto: Wahza whuza wuhza wuhza wuhza woo woo, wuhza wuhza wuhza woo woo, wuhza wuhza wuhza wuhza woo wah Tenor: Chick chick chick chick chick chick chick chick-a chick-a chick-a boom bah Bass: Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha Throw the yule log on,/throw the yule log on, Throw the yule log on,/Uncle John. Put the pickle down, Uncle John/Put the pickle down Uncle John Soprano: Falala, falala, falala, falala, falala, fafa mifa Alto: Wahza whuza wuhza wuhza wuhza woo woo, wuhza wuhza wuhza woo woo, wuhza wuhza wuhza wuhza woo wah Tenor: Chick chick chick chick chick chick chick chick-a chick-a chick-a boom bah Bass: Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha Put the pickle down,/put the pickle down, Put the pickle down,/Uncle John. Ten o’clock on Christmas morn & all the guests are coming to the door; Ten o’clock on Christmas morn & Uncle John’s already on the floor. Though the weather’s bitter cold there’s not a frown to mar the festive mood; Wait ’til they discover that old Uncle John has eaten all the food. Hear the hall clock strike, Uncle John Hear the hall clock strike Uncle John Soprano: Falala, falala, falala, falala falala, fafa mifa Alto: Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hair, fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy wuzzy wuzzy wuhza wuhza woo wah Tenor: Sis sis sis sis sis sis sis sis sis boom bah Bass: Boom chick boom chick boom chick boom chick boom chick boom chick boom boom boom buhzoowah doowah Please, will you come to, Uncle John?/Gather around poor Uncle John. Please, will you come to Uncle John (the no-good good-for-nothing), Oh, when will you come to, Uncle John?/Oh, when will you come to, Uncle John? O LITTLE TOWN OF HACKENSACK O little town of Hackensack, How still we hear thee snore; The snow-deck’d streets that reindeer feets Will soon be prancing o’re Thy winsome children wond’ring if Old Santa Claus will show; They need not fear; methinks I hear His endless ho, ho, ho. O little town of Hackensack, How yet we see thee lie; St. Nick hath gone, by now he’s on His way to Tenafly. Then gifts galore to Peapack and Secaucus will he bring; He toucheth down in ev’ry town He doeth now his thing. O little town of Hackensack, At last the dawn doth glow; The sky is clear, no longer hear We Santa’s ho ho ho. Wake up! ’tis time to check out all The things you got, & then To drink thy fill & eat until You’re back to sleep again. GOOD KING KONG Good King Kong looked out on his feet And he saw that they were large. “Ho, ho,” he said, “we go,” he said, “To make some tracks in the snow, Forsooth our feet are very large.” Squinch, squinch, squinch. Good King Kong looked out on his nose And he saw that it was flat. “Oh, no,” he said, “when we blow,” he said, “The pitch must not be too low, The royal nose must not be flat.” Honk, honk, honk. Good King Kong looked out on his ears And his ears he could not see. “Oh, dear,” he said, “it’s clear,” he said, “We must see if we can hear, Because our ears we cannot see.” Hear, hear, hear. Good King Kong looked up in the sky And he saw St. Nick’s red sleigh; “Ho, ho,” he said, “whadd’ya know,” he said, “Will you look at that old guy go,” he said, “Uh, oh, whoa, past us please do not go. “Yell yells,” he said, “Ring the bells,” he said, “Though a couple don’t work very well, Let’s welcome St. Nick and his sleigh.” Ding, dong, clunk.