i hate to be the one to break the news to everyone, but most of what you have posted under "Children's Rhymes From the Eighties", i learned in the early and mid 70's.
and one you have all broken up should go;

On top of spaghetti, all covered with blood
I shot my poor teacher with a .44 slug
I went to her funeral, I went to her grave
Instead of throwing flowers, I threw handgrenades.

Glory, glory hallelujah.
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
Hid behind the door with a loaded .44
Now there ain't no teacher no more.

i hate to be the one to break the news to everyone, but most of what you have posted under "Children's Rhymes From the Eighties", i learned in the early and mid 70's.
and one you have all broken up should go;

On top of spaghetti, all covered with blood
I shot my poor teacher with a .44 slug
I went to her funeral, I went to her grave
Instead of throwing flowers, I threw handgrenades.

Glory, glory hallelujah.
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
Hid behind the door with a loaded .44
Now there ain't no teacher no more.


Wow... and here I was just singing the old fashioned covered with cheese version.
I've never heard this one before....glad we didn't go to school together...lol

I think it depends on where you are from too...because there are different versions of those kinds of songs/rhymes. They may have originated earlier in the 70's...but a lot of us only remember them from the 80's because that's when we were growing up.

i hate to be the one to break the news to everyone, but most of what you have posted under "Children's Rhymes From the Eighties", i learned in the early and mid 70's.
and one you have all broken up should go;

On top of spaghetti, all covered with blood
I shot my poor teacher with a .44 slug
I went to her funeral, I went to her grave
Instead of throwing flowers, I threw handgrenades.

Glory, glory hallelujah.
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
Hid behind the door with a loaded .44
Now there ain't no teacher no more.

I definitely remember my sister's friends reciting the second one in the '70s.  It might go back to the '50s.
The first emerged no earlier than the mid-'60s because it's a goof on that awful "My poor meatball" song.
  :D

Speaking of....

Can anybody complete this for me, I forgot the second part:

"I pledge allegiance to the flag,
Michael Jackson is a f@g....."

It's some reference to the infamous Pepsi commercial where his hair caught fire!

I think it's something like

pepsi-cola blew him up
Now he's drinking seven up
Seven up went to jail
Now he's drinking ginger ale


I think i first heard that in the early 90s, maybe very late 1980s at summer camp

I think it's something like

pepsi-cola blew him up
Now he's drinking seven up
Seven up went to jail
Now he's drinking ginger ale





Ginger ale made him sick
Now he drinks chocolate Quik...

i hate to be the one to break the news to everyone, but most of what you have posted under "Children's Rhymes From the Eighties", i learned in the early and mid 70's.
and one you have all broken up should go;

On top of spaghetti, all covered with blood
I shot my poor teacher with a .44 slug
I went to her funeral, I went to her grave
Instead of throwing flowers, I threw handgrenades.

Glory, glory hallelujah.
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
Hid behind the door with a loaded .44
Now there ain't no teacher no more.


violent much???  anybody catches a kid singing a song like that now and they'll be expelled from school and who knows what else...

lmao, i have another i learned as a kid, but nowadays it would be considered racist. but words only have the power you give them.

Glory, glory hallelujah.
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
Hid behind the door with a loaded .44
Now there ain't no teacher no more.


I think shows the difference between the US and the UK.  The version I used to sing was

Glory, glory, halleujah
Teacher hit me with the ruler
The ruler went ruler and the teacher fell dead
and we ain't got school no more

I think it's something like

pepsi-cola blew him up
Now he's drinking seven up
Seven up went to jail
Now he's drinking ginger ale


I think i first heard that in the early 90s, maybe very late 1980s at summer camp

I went to summer camp in the early 90s and heard something similar to this. Kinda funny. ;D


Ginger ale made him sick
Now he drinks chocolate Quik...


Actually... the version they sang at summer camp when I attended, went something like this:

Pepsi cola came to town,
Coca cola shot him down
Dr Pepper fixed him up,
Now we're drinkin' 7 up

Honk honk rattle rattle rattle crash beep beep x2

i hate to be the one to break the news to everyone, but most of what you have posted under "Children's Rhymes From the Eighties", i learned in the early and mid 70's.
and one you have all broken up should go;


it says nothing about them being exclusive to the 80s or originating in the 80s, only that they were popular in the 80s.

Qurik recently volunteered to review the huge backlog of entries for that page (over 1000 submissions) so there should be a lot of new stuff appearing shortly.

I think it's something like

pepsi-cola blew him up
Now he's drinking seven up
Seven up went to jail
Now he's drinking ginger ale


I think i first heard that in the early 90s, maybe very late 1980s at summer camp


  ;D

This is correct, from the eighties:

On top of old smokey, all covered with blood
I shot my poor teacher with a 44 gun
I went to her funeral, I went to her grave-
Instead of throwing flowers, I threw a grenade
The very next daaaaaay, she came back from the dead,
so I took a bazooka, and blew off her head

Is there another version?  ???

Is there another version?  ???

I'm pretty sure there are several. But I never heard anything as sick as what ^^ posted above. ::)

I'm pretty sure there are several. But I never heard anything as sick as what ^^ posted above. ::)


Me neither.  ::)

My favorite

On top of spaghetti 
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed

It rolled off the table
And on to the floor
And then my poor meatball
Rolled right out the door



don't remember all the words, but the meatball grew into a meatball tree.  I'll eat to that

(( snipped violent grade-school parody of "On top of Old Smokey" ))


I'm pretty sure there are several. But I never heard anything as sick as what ^^ posted above. ::)


Ah, the 80s.  Pre-Columbine.  Pre-9/11.  Pre-Zero-Tolerance.  You could talk about guns, the cops in E.T. had guns, you could draw pictures of guns, you could point your finger at another kid at recess and say "bang", the only thing you didn't do was shoot people with them.

Yeah yeah, I know, oldthinkers unbellyfeel safesoc.  Our school's version was closer to the one that started this thread, and I still think we had a better grasp on reality back then than any kid growing up today will.  

I liked most of my teachers. But then again I'm not a picky person when it comes to teachers.  ???

And besides I wouldn't hurt my teacher, I'd hurt some of the nasty kids in my class.  >:( >:(

My favorite

On top of spaghetti   
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed

It rolled off the table
And on to the floor
And then my poor meatball
Rolled right out the door



don't remember all the words, but the meatball grew into a meatball tree.  I'll eat to that


That version I remember.

My favorite

On top of spaghetti   
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed

It rolled off the table
And on to the floor
And then my poor meatball
Rolled right out the door



don't remember all the words, but the meatball grew into a meatball tree.  I'll eat to that



It rolled up the garden
and under a bush
and now my poor meatball is nothing but mush

so if you have spaghetti
all covered with cheese
hang on to your meatball
cos someone might sneeze

^  yeah that's it

My favorite

On top of spaghetti 
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed

It rolled off the table
And on to the floor
And then my poor meatball
Rolled right out the door



don't remember all the words, but the meatball grew into a meatball tree.  I'll eat to that


That version I remember.

Me too.





It rolled up the garden
and under a bush
and now my poor meatball
is nothing but mush

so if you have spaghetti
all covered with cheese
hang on to your meatball
cus someone might sneeze

Yes this was more or less what I remember. A variant version has the last two lines as "hang on to your meatballs/and don't ever sneeze".

Me too.


Yes this was more or less what I remember. A variant version has the last two lines as "hang on to your meatballs/and don't ever sneeze".



and someone made a sneezing sound after.

I remember those lines too. 

(( snipped violent grade-school parody of "On top of Old Smokey" ))

Ah, the 80s.  Pre-Columbine.  Pre-9/11.  Pre-Zero-Tolerance.  You could talk about guns, the cops in E.T. had guns, you could draw pictures of guns, you could point your finger at another kid at recess and say "bang", the only thing you didn't do was shoot people with them.

Yeah yeah, I know, oldthinkers unbellyfeel safesoc.  Our school's version was closer to the one that started this thread, and I still think we had a better grasp on reality back then than any kid growing up today will.  



This thread reminds me of a song the kids sang at my elementary school in the 80's. Using the melody from "Joy To the World":

Joy to the world, the school burned down
And all the teachers died
Don't worry about the prinicipal
He's hanging on the telephone
And heaven and nature sing
And heaven and nature sing

This thread reminds me of a song the kids sang at my elementary school in the 80's. Using the melody from "Joy To the World":

Joy to the world, the school burned down
And all the teachers died
Don't worry about the prinicipal
He's hanging on the telephone
And heaven and nature sing
And heaven and nature sing

















Mean, but funny.  ;D

Mean, but funny.  ;D


Yeah, and then we went to high school, only to find that in 1984, Rock Master Scott had done all the hard work for us.  Every fire drill, every year:

The roof!  The roof!  The roof is on fire!
(Didn't need to change a single mo*bleep*kin' word!)

Yeah, and then we went to high school, only to find that in 1984, Rock Master Scott had done all the hard work for us.  Every fire drill, every year:

The roof!  The roof!  The roof is on fire!(Didn't need to change a single mo*bleep*kin' word!)


It is?  :(  

Yeah, and then we went to high school, only to find that in 1984, Rock Master Scott had done all the hard work for us.  Every fire drill, every year:

The roof!  The roof!  The roof is on fire!
(Didn't need to change a single mo*bleep*kin' word!)


Why was the lyrics changed?  ???

Yeah, and then we went to high school, only to find that in 1984, Rock Master Scott had done all the hard work for us.  Every fire drill, every year:

The roof!  The roof!  The roof is on fire!
(Didn't need to change a single mo*bleep*kin' word!)


Hmm.  There appears to be some confusion on this point.

If all you'd heard was the version on the radio, that confusion is understandable.  I mean, the roof's on fire, and then the record scratches, right?

If you were a child in the late 90s, you might be thinking of Beat-Boy's release, and you might think that the next line is "If you want to party, raise your hands higher", and while it's a catchier tune, your answer would also be incorrect.

Picture yourself as a child of the mid-80s, standing out there in the freezing cold so that your school board could say they'd done a fire drill.  And then someone sings something like the chorus from the real version of the song, say, starting at around 4:15.  And thus was born (at least for our school) a tradition of sorts.  (And now you know where The Bloodhound Gang got it for "Fire Water Burn", but that's also a 90s thing.)

To clarify the issue: in response to being asked to pretend that the roof is on fire, when the roof in question is that of your educational institution, the appropriate childhood response is to emphatically indicate that no intervention on the part of the fire department is required.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came fumbling after.
Jack and Jill fell down the hill upon a pail of water.
Jack jumped up and Jack fell down and Jill came down after that.