Colonel Fraser (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson). The Big Parcel (R.S. MacDonald). Elzik's Farewell (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations).
Canadee-i-o. (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations). . It's of a fair and handsome girl. She's all in her tender years. She fell in love with a sailor boy.
She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask. I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now. You know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass.
No communication with you. Words don't believe the things they mean. Mean what you say, say who you are. . No communication with you. This silence is thick but listen close.
Male Voiceover: Birds in the sky (an eagle flies). Beasts on the land (a buffalo walks by). Fish in the sea (closeup of a fish face). And bugs in your hand (a hand holding a caterpiller).
Voice: In the early days of the West, the peaceful town of Sniddler's Gulch was threatened by one of the meanest desparados of all time, Cowboy X, a man who left his mark everywhere!.
We are a couple of grouches. Singing a wonderful song. Some of the notes are just perfect. But some of the notes are all wrong!. . La la-la la-la-la. La la-la la-la-la.
See a tree grow through the sidewalk. An amazing thing to see. In the city, through the sidewalk. Grows a country kind of tree. And the leaves go green in summer.
Counting is wonderful,. Counting is marvelous,. Counting's the best thing to do.. . Counting is happiness,. Counting is ecstasy,. I love to count, don't you?.
The Count: Oh, Count von Count's continuous country cookin' downhome diner. If you like home cookin' try it Transylvanian style. At Count von Count's continuous country cookin' downhome diner.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, a-oo doo-wah. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, a-oo doo-wah. Oh, baby count up to nine for me. Oh, baby count up to nine for me. Oh, baby count up to nine for me today.
The Count: Well your nose is one. Your eyes are two. Put them together. That makes three, it's true. With five fingers on each hand. You're a counting wonderland.
You told me you could count. You said there's nothing to it. Well, if you're so good at counting. Let me hear you do it. 1...2...3.... Mercy, is that the best you can do?.
Pretty day. Sunny sky. Lovely pictures. Dance in your eyes. . It all seems so right. It all seems so rare. . Summer soft. Sudden breeze. Watch the wind.
When Old MacDougal blow his bugle, me I, me I google!. With a google, google here, and a google, google there. Here a google, there a google, everywhere a google, google.
Cookie Monster: (Shouting) Wow, look at all these books! Me no seen so many books before!. Librarian: Shhhh!. Cookie Monster: (Whispering) Oh, yeah, yeah, right..
Girl: It's my cookie!. Boy: It is not, it's mine!. Girl: No, it's my cookie!. Cookie Monster: Dum-de-dum-dum-dum ... What seem to be problem?. Girl: Well, there's only one cookie here and we both want it..
He's shaggy, he's blue. And he knows how to chew - COOKIE!. . Can you dig it?. . You think you can munch,. Brother, you're out to lunch. Compared with - COOKIE!.