A01. Longs-métrages d'animation - Walt Disney Animation Studios - 3 - Hors-Série & Compilations

There's a place called Penguin Island in the cold Antarctic sea
Where there's fifty million penguins in a penguin colony
Every penguin likes to get about, they're always on the go
And they live and love and fight and walk just like some folks I know

For the penguin is a very funny creature
After seeing one, I know you can't deny
That there's nothing so peculiar as a penguin
Unless it's you and I

Little penguin maids are charming and the facts all indicate
That they fuss about for hours getting ready for a date
Though the penguin boys sometimes look dumb, they're mighty hard to beat
For they know that love is bound to grow if given lots to eat

For the penguin is a very funny creature
After seeing one, I know you can't deny
That there's nothing so peculiar as a penguin
Unless it's you and I

When a pair of penguins marry, their hearts are filled with bliss
And they bill and coo together as they cuddle close and kiss
They both swear that their love will be eternal and complete
And they promise always to be true and never, never cheat

But... the... penguin is a very funny creature
After seeing one, I know you can't deny
That there's nothing so peculiar as a penguin
Unless it's you and I

Happy birthday, dear Tillie
Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Tillie
Happy birthday to you

Elmer's got a funny nose
It looks just like a rubber hose

Your nose looks like a rubber hose / (rires)
Look at Elmer's beezer, golly what a sneezer / (rires)

C'est aujourd'hui jour de Noël
Et nous nous sentons des ailes
Carillonne et chantonne
C'est aujourd'hui jour de Noël

C'est la saison de faire des vœux
Pour que les gens soient heureux
De festoyer, de s'embrasser
C'est aujourd'hui jour de Noël

La neige est un doux tapis
Au seuil de chaque logis
On décore les sapins
Comme nous nous sentons bien

Tout-à-l'heure, petits et grands
Vont échanger leurs présents
Et la crèche est éclairée
Pour à minuit entonner, il est né, il est né

Les enfants auront des cadeaux
Pour eux, ce jour est si beau
Chacun connaît la nouvelle
Joyeux, joyeux Noël (joyeux, joyeux Noël)

Joyeux, joyeux Noël (joyeux, joyeux Noël)
C'est aujourd'hui jour de Noël

Les enfants ont tous leurs cadeaux
Pour eux, ce jour est si beau
Chacun connaît la nouvelle
Joyeux, joyeux Noël (joyeux, joyeux Noël)

Joyeux, joyeux Noël (joyeux, joyeux Noël)
C'est aujourd'hui jour de Noël

Near the far North Pole in a distant land
Lives Santa Claus with a merry band
Of his jolly elves who sing and work
At making toys for girls and boys

We're the merry, merry men of the midnight sun
We work for Santa and have a lot of fun
With a hi-hi-ho and a hi-hi-hey
We better hurry up, tomorrow's Christmas Day

Dear Santy Claus, I'd like a dolly
Merry Christmas from little Molly / Well...?
Molly seems to be okay
She eats her spinach every day

Ha-ha, get Molly a dolly
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Dear Santy Claus, I'm Billy Brown
Here's a little I've jotted down

I want a giraffe and a duck and a whale
A cow and a pig with seven-foot tail
A tiger that roars and a leopard with spots
A barrel of monkeys, a pony who trots

I want a baboon, a dog that'll bark
A walrus, a herring, a hawk and a shark
Ha-ha, I'll give him Noah's ark
(rires)

But Billy Brown, for seven years
Hasn't washed behind his ears
Well, ha-ha, there's still some hope
I'll just add a cake of soap

Okay, a cake of soap
A cake of soap, a cake of soap
A cake of soap, a cake of soap
A cake of soap, a cake of soap

Goodbye, my merry little gnomes
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I'm bringing joy to a million homes
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

We're the merry, merry men of the midnight sun
We work for Santa Claus and have a lot of fun
With a hi-hi-ho and a hi-hi-hey
Santa Claus is bringing you a merry, merry merry Christmas Day

Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh, tralalalala lala lala
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh, tralalalala lala lala
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh, tralala lalala lalala
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

Deck the halls with boughs of holly, falala lala, lala lala
'Tis the season to be jolly, tralala lala, lala lala
Don we now our gay apparel, falala lalala lalala
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol, lalala lala, lala lala

Don't you kind of love December when the merry snow bells chime?
We're together once upon a wintertime
Every single snowflake falling plays a jingle down your spine
Lovely weather once upon a wintertime

On the frozen pond, folks are swaying, sweetheart, who cares?
We'll have more fun sleighing behind two chestnut mares
When we say, "Goodbye, December", merry bells no longer chime
We'll remember once upon a wintertime

Don't you kind of love December when the merry snow bells chime?
We're together once upon a wintertime
Every single snowflake falling plays a jingle down your spine
Here we are together, lovely… lovely weather, once upon a wintertime
(Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way)

On the frozen pond, folks are swaying, sweetheart, who cares?
We'll have more fun sleighing behind two chestnut mares
When we say, "Goodbye, December", merry bells no longer chime
We'll remember once upon a wintertime

Remember December
Once upon a wintertime

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On the frozen pond, folks are swaying, sweetheart, who cares?
We'll have more fun sleighing behind two chestnut mares
When we say, "Goodbye, December", merry bells no longer chime
We'll remember once upon a wintertime

Once upon a wintertime

On polar caps, we set our traps for walrus, bear, and seal
We fill a zoo with caribou, depends on how we feel
Oh, we bring them back alive, we bring them back alive
We don't know why we catch 'em but we bring them back alive / Hyuck!

Some like it hot, some like it cold
Some like it in the pot, nine days old
Bean porridge hot, Bean porridge cold
Beans porridge... beans, beans, beans!

Oh, we bring them back alive, we bring them back alive
We don't know why we do it but we bring them back alive

Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf?
Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

I'm Goldilocks, the fairy queen
Spirit of the woods am I, whoops
We'll flitter fly from tree to tree
Come, come, my dears, you're safe with me, whoops

Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf?
Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? He's a great big sissy

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne
Happy new year!

Who killed Cock Robin?
Who caught him with a shot and put him on the spot?
Who killed Cock Robin
And vanished like a phantom in the night?

Who?

Ba-ba-boo, wa-ba-bee, wa-ba-bee-bee-bee la-da-doh
La-la-dee, la-la-la-lo, ah-la-lo
La-da-dee, la-da-dee-doh, la-da-dee, la-da-dee-doh
Ba-ba-boo, ba-ba-boo, ba-ba-boh...

(cris)
Ba-boo, ba-boo, ba-boo

Who killed Cock Robin?
Who killed Cock Robin?

Who killed Cock Robin? I don't know
Tell the truth, who fired the shot?
Who put Cock Robin on the spot?
Aaah!

There's the arrow, where's the bow?
Answer the question, yes or no?
I ain't done nothing, I ain't seen nothing
I don't know nothing at all

He ain't done nothing, no, sir
He ain't seen nothing, no, sir
He don't know nothing
He don't know nothing at all

Who killed Cock Robin?
Lay off, lay off!

Who killed Cock Robin?
Who killed Cock Robin?

You look guilty! Yes, so what?
You put Robin on the spot
Come on, speak up, who fired the shot?
I ain't sayin' nothing

He won't talk, he won't squawk
He ain't saying nothing

Listen, cuckoo, you'd better come clean
You did the shooting, you know what I mean?
Who killed Cock Robin?
Who? Who? Who?

Your Honour, this bird's cuckoo
He don't know a thing

He don't know, you don't know
I don't know, they don't know
Isn't it a shame nobody knows?
Nobody knows

Who killed Cock Robin?
Who, who, who, who, who killed Cock Robin?

Somebody rubbed out my robin
Somebody sure did him wrong, sure
Well, they sneaked up behind him and they shot him
Right at the end of his song

Oh, how am I doin', boys?
Oooh, oh

He was a wonderful egg, judge
Oh, he was so handsome, you know, and so young
All these boys look guilty to me, judgie-wudgie-pudgie
Somebody oughta be hung, somebody oughta be hung

We're gonna hang 'em all, we're gonna hang 'em all
We don't know who is guilty so we're gonna 'em all
We're gonna hang 'em all
We're gonna hang 'em all

I shot Cock Robin but Robin isn't dead
He fell for little Jenny Wren and landed on his head, whoo
Robin fell for Jenny Wren and landed on his head, whoo

What's the truth about Mother Goose?
Let's clear up all the mystery
Her nursery rhymes from olden times
Are really part of history

What's the truth about Mother Goose?
The rhymes that children learn today
Let's read the signs between the lines
Conduct a thorough exposé

We'll find within these pages
As we go behind the scene
Famous people, famous places
And what the verses really mean

What's the truth about Mother Goose?
Turn these pages and you'll see
We'll get the truth, the facts for sleuth
Solve this age-old mystery

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Eatin' his Christmas pie
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum
And said: "What a good boy am I"

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Eating a Christmas pie
Put in his thumb , pulled out a plum
Said: "What a good boy am I"

Jack Horner, Jack Horner, Jack Horner

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row?

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row?

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady

The once magnificent bridge which had been the pride of London
and proclaimed as one of the wonders of the world,
was declared a public nuisance and was ridiculed in rhyme and song. / La-la-la la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady

Shake and quake, old London Bridge
Have a ball till your arches fall
Jumpin' jive, old London Bridge
My fair lady

And that's the truth about Mother Goose
The whole truth? The absolute, historical truth?
Well, as far as we know!

That's the truth about Mother Goose
Now you solved the mystery
That's all we know, that's all the show
We'll close our book of history

Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who
Who never, never starts an argument? / Hmm?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? / Yeah?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? / That so?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck / Yeah!

You take the high rate and I'll take the low rate
And I'll not pay you over forty-four

Whenever an agent gets in a debate
And there is an argument over the rate
The agent must wire for a rule and apply
And hold onto the package until they reply

Hold them then and harm them not
And when you find you're wrong
Deliver them to my address
Healthy, hale and strong

They examined the wire and immediately dated it
Stamped the receipts and then communicated it
To the department that quadruplicated it
Copies were sent out to all of the staff

Each copy received was filed and related
To copies of copies then checked and notated
Nine copies of each were then validated
And contents were noted in ink on a graph

The legal department was then delegated
To study the problem now so complicated
When all of the data was accumulated
To make a report and to tell what they know

The president wanted a full explanation
As well as an overall clarification
Of Flannery's wire that wanted to know
If a pig was a pig and to please tell him so

Now the grandchild of the first two pigs had grandsons by the dozens.
And every time the clock would strike, there were fifty brand-new cousins.

The board of directors convened and debated
The question of pigs and were they related
To pigs or to rabbits, as once indicated
By evidence found by the fact-finding staff

A boy in the office at first advocated it, and then a zoology professor dictated it.
Here is the answer, and here's how he stated it.
I reiterate on the company's behalf.
The guinea pig is the Cavia aperia, while the common pig is the genus Sus of the family Suidae.
They are not pigs. A forty-four cents rate applies.

Ten copies were sent to the filing clerk
And ten to O'Shannessey
Then twenty more in triplicate
Were sent on to McGee

McGee will make a thousand more
For all the clerks to see
For the janitor and the auditor
And the rest of the company

A hundred were sent to the engineers
And the firemen each got four
The section hands got three apiece
And the hobos, twenty more

Then a clever young clerk made the recommendation
The pigs should be sent to the main office station
He never did know of the multiplication
Of two pigs that grew to a million and two

They unloaded the cars at the main office station
And filled up the warehouse in desperation
They stored away pigs in the whole corporation
The president shouted until he was hoarse

(cris)

Three officials submitted their signed resignation
Complaining of pigs in the organization
The president demanded an interpretation
Of Flannery, pigs and the whole office force

Trick or treat, trick or treat
Trick or treat for Halloween
Better give a treat that's good to eat
If you wanna keep life serene

Trick or treat (trick or treat), trick or treat (trick or treat)
Trick or treat the whole night through
Little scallywags with fiendish gags
Can make it tough on you

So when ghosts and goblins by the score
Ring the bell on your front door
Better not be stingy or
Your nightmares will come true

Wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa wa-wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa wa-wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa-wa wa-wa-wa

Wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa wa-wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa wa-wa-wa-wa
Uh-oh! The boys!

Trick or treat, trick or treat
Trick or treat for Halloween
When the pumkin shells cast evil spells

Your little white house turns green
Your little white house turns green
Your little white house turns green / This is too…

Every post is a ghost
CIf you got a witch's brew
And if you want your gate to circulate
Ho, ho, we can do that too

Trick or treat (trick or treat), trick or treat (trick or treat)
Trick or treat for Halloween
When ghosts and goblins by the score ring the bell on your front door
You better not be stingy or your nightmares will come true

Yippee! Look at him dance! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!

Oh, dance with your feet just as fast as you can
Flipping like a flapjack in the pan
Hopping and jumping like a flea on the griddle
The key for the door and the key for the fiddle

Do-si-do, now mind the rules
With your own flat feet just kicking like mules
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Oh, promenade to way out west
That's where the cactus grows the best
Now swing down south and turn on the heat
Now end your dance and take your seat

So… when ghosts and goblins by the score
Ring your bell or pound your door
Better not be stingy or
Your nightmares will come true… Boo!

Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who
Who never, never starts an argument? / Hmm?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? / Yeah?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? / That so?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck / Yeah!

A-hunting we will go, a-hunting we will go
Wa wa wa-wa wa-wa, a-hunt...

A-hunting we will go, a-hunting we will go
A-hunting we will go

We won't get home until morning / It's the people inside who have had alcohol.
We won't get home until morning
We won't get home until morning / To mix alcohol with driving is rash.
Till daylight... / Note the result, the inevitable...

Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who
Who never, never starts an argument? / Hmm?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? / Yeah?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? / That so?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck / Yeah!

Lambert, you can't even baa, you can't even bleat
Your ears are too big and so are your feet
Lambert, your tail is too short and so is your wool
There isn't enough for one bag full

Lambert, the sheepish lion
Lambert is always tryin'
To be a wild and wooly sheep
Lambert, the sheepish lion

Little lambs all love to butt
Their heads are hard as stone
Lambert thought that he could lick
A dozen lambs alone

While the other lambs all gathered 'round
To watch this funny bout, oh-oh-oh-oh
He wanted to be counted in
But he was counted out

Lambert, the sheepish lion
Lambert is always tryin'
To be a wild and wooly sheep
Lambert, the sheepish lion

The little lambs got Lambert's goat
He was a nervous wreck
He had to hide behind his ma
To save his little neck

He couldn't baa and he couldn't butt
At last poor Lambert knew
He hated to admit that he
Was yellow through and through

Lambert, the sheepish lion
Lambert, there's no denyin'
Now he's a wild and wooly sheep
Instead of a sheepish, wailing and weepish Little-Bo-Peepish lion

Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who
Who never, never starts an argument? / Hmm?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? / Yeah?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? / That so?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck / Yeah!

Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who
Who never, never starts an argument? / Hmm?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? / Yeah?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? / That so?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck / Yeah!

A-hunting we will go, a-hunting we will go
High-ho and cheerio, a-hunting we will go

A-hunting we will go
A-hunting we will go

A-hunting we will go, a-hunting we will go
High-ho and cheerio, a-hunting we will go

A-hunting we will...

Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who
Who never, never starts an argument? / Hmm?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? / Yeah?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? / That so?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck / Yeah!

North America was a great big land
With a great big job to be done
A job that needed a great big man
Paul Bunyan was the one

Hey Paul (hey Paul), Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)
He's sixty-three axe handles high
With his feet on the ground and his head in the sky
Hey Paul (hey Paul), Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan, Paul Bunyan, Paul Bunyan)

Good night (sleep tight), Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)
You're only ten axe handles high
But you'll get bigger by and by
Good night, Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)

The boys would head for the swimming hole
Just as soon as the studies had ceased / Come on, Paul!
And though young Paul was sometimes last
He surely never was least

Hey Paul / Here he comes! / Paul Bunyan

Though he loved to swim, what a time he had
What a problem, me oh my
When his front was in the water
Oh, his back was high and dry

How about a dive, Paul?
Hey Paul (hey Paul), Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)

With my double blade axe and my hobnail boots
I go where the timber's tall
When there's work to be done, don't mess around
Just sing right out for Paul

Hey Paul / I'm comin', boys! / Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)
He's sixty-three axe handles high
With his feet on the ground and his head in the sky
Hey Paul (hey Paul), Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)

Well, he picked up his axe and he chopped a tree
Clean down with his forward swing
Got him another with his axe swung back
That timber-cuttin' thing

He kept on a-choppin' the livelong day
And then, when it was night
He walked back over the stumps he'd cut
And stomped them out of sight

Thanks, Paul / T'weren't nothin'! / Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)

Well, Paul and Babe, they heaved and hauled
And the job was quickly done
They pulled that crooked river out
As straight as the barrel of a gun

Hey Paul / They're on their way! / Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)
He's sixty-three axe handles high
With his feet on the ground and his head in the sky
Hey Paul (hey Paul), Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan, Paul Bunyan, Paul Bunyan)

With my double blade axe and my hobnail boots
I go where the timber's tall...
Thunderation! What's that?

Hey Paul / Keep swingin', Paul! / Paul Bunyan / Yeah, Paul!
Cut that timber, show him how
Beat that city slicker now
Hey Paul / Get 'em, Paul! / Paul Bunyan / Yeah, Paul!

Poor Paul, poor Paul Bunyan

Hey Paul (hey Paul), Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)
He's sixty-three axe handles high
With his feet on the ground and his head in the sky
Hey Paul (hey Paul), Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan, Paul Bunyan, Paul Bunyan)

Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who
Who never, never starts an argument? / Hmm?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? / Yeah?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? / That so?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck / Yeah!

When you wish upon a star, shining brightly from afar
Anything your heart desires / It was beautiful! I stood enchanted! Tears filled my eyes!
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do / His golden voice on the radio...
...only made it harder to bear.

Stars are kind, they bring to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing

Like a bolt... out of the blue, fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish...

Figaro was a little kitty cat
A little kitty cat, a little kitty cat
Figaro was a little kitty cat
No food for kitty

Cleo was a little bitty fish
A little bitty fish, a little bitty fish
Cleo was a little bitty fish
Oh, what a pity

Figaro looked at Cleo with hunger in his eye
Then shook his head and sadly said, "No, no, I'd rather die"

I just can't eat that little bitty fish
That little bitty fish, that little bitty fish
Although she'd make a dainty little dish
Although she'd make a dainty little dish… I can't eat Cleo

Mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh-mmh
Mmh-mmh-mmh…

Sweepin', dustin'
Workin' 'til I'm almost bustin'
No rest for de wicked, mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
Till the judgement day, the judgement day

Rubbin', scrubbin'
Laundry always needs a-tubbin'
No rest for the wicked, mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
Till the judgement day, the judgement...

Hey! Get out from under my feet! ????
And don't you go run in front of me! Black cats mean trouble!
????

To some folks, a life is a pleasure
A picnic or a party
And some folks get quite a measure
Of fun and play all the livelong day

While I'm sweepin', dustin'
Oh, I'm workin' till I'm almost bustin'
No rest for the wicked
Figaro! ????

Mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh
Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh
Mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh

La-la, dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah, dee-dah-dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
Till the judgement day, the judgement day

Well, you can just think anything you wish
Anything you wish, anything you wish
But that's the tale of a kitty and a fish
Figaro, Figaro, Figaro and Cleo

Come all, you rounders if you want to hear
The story all about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On a high rack wheeler, he won his fame

Casey Jones, Casey Jones, Casey Jones, are you ready?
Ready to start for the western land

Get off! Get off! Help!

Out of the junction on the fly
Casey had that look in his eye
The brakeman knew by the engine's moan
The man at the throttle was Casey Jones

Casey Jo-o-o-o-o-o-o-nes

The rain was comin' down five or six weeks
The railroad track was like the bed of a creek
It slowed him down to a ten-mile gait
And it made the western mail exactly eight hours late

Casey Jones, plowin' through the water
Casey Jones, sloggin' through the mud
Casey Jones, plowin' through the wa... a... a... achoo!

Take out the brakes! Train's got the shakes! Egad!

Hours behind, there isn't time to fret
Keep knockin' at the fire door, don't give up yet
You gotta keep a schedule, oh you gotta keep a schedule
Oh, you better look out, Casey

Make up schedule, do not fail
Gotta get to Frisco with the western mail

Gotta get to Frisco, gotta get to Frisco
Gotta get to Frisco, gotta get to Frisco
Gotta get... / Somebody's on the wrong track!

Casey knew that he was runnin' too fast
He ran through the signal the last station past
He said as I believe "we're gonna make it through"
'Cause she steams a lot better than I ever knew

Casey kept a-runnin' up the Reno hill
He rooted on his whistle with an awful shrill, whoo, whoo, whoo-ooh
He opened up his throttle just as far as she'd go
Just how fast he was a-steamin', we will never know

Round the curve and down the hump
Two trains gonna hump
Egad! E-e-egad!
Better jump, you're gonna be dead

Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain
They're just a part of the railroad game
Stories of brave men, noble and grand
Belong to the life of a railroad man

Casey Jones, is he gonna make it? / If that's Casey, I'm a Rhode Island rooster!
Casey Jones, what a trip
Casey Jones, well, he knew his duty / Well, cock-a-doodle-doo!
And he finally went west with the western mail

She'll be coming around the mountain when she comes
Wa-wa-wa wa-wa-wa-wa wa-wa-wa-wa
She'll be coming around the mountain, she'll be coming around... the mountain
Waaaa… moun... wa! Food!

She'll be coming around the moun… ha!
Not so fast, my little one!

She'll be coming around the mountain, she'll be coming around the mountain
She'll be coming around the mountain when she comes

Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who
Who never, never starts an argument? / Hmm?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? / Yeah?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? / That so?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck / Yeah!

Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who
Who never, never starts an argument? / Hmm?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? / Yeah?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? / That so?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck / Yeah!

Peanuts, peanuts
Peanuts, popcorn and peanuts
Peanuts, pean... Hey!

Well, well, a squirrel! (rires)
A flying squirrel!

Peanuts, wa-wa-wa wa-wa-wa

In Kansas land, at the start of the trail
That led to the golden west
The Oregon trail and the Santa Fe
Were the two that were known the best

Here in the town of old Westport
The wind-swept trails begun
But most of the time, all the folks down there
Just drowsed in the Kansas sun

Yippee-aye-ay and a yo-ho-ho
Get along, you swabs, get along
I'm a-rolling free o'er the lone prairie
???? / Ahoy, Westport!

They all signed up and formed a board
They shook hands with each other a while
And monies were paid for keel to be laid
It amounted to quite a pile

They laid up the keel of the super windwagon
Worked on her day and night
White oak and hickory were used in the ribs
Birch for the wheels just right

She headed down the Santa Fe trail
She picked up speed in the breeze
Down below the directors sat
Trying to control their knees

Cutting a swath through the buffalo grass
The clipper sailed along
Windwagon Smith was so pleased with his craft
He started to sing his song

Yippee-aye-ay and a yo-ho-ho
On our maiden voyage we sail
We're on our way to old Santa Fe
And we're really a-blazing the trail

The old windwagon wasn't heard of again
Except in tales old-timers told
They saw a wagon amongst the clouds
When the sunset turned to gold

She'd be a-sailing in the painted sky
It's where on a buffalo hide
Windwagon Smith was a-steering this rig
With a beautiful gal at his side

Yippee-aye-ay and a yo-ho-ho
We're sailing along on high
Just Molly and me o'er the lone prairie
On our wagon way up in the sky, on our wagon way up in the sky