“Mama, Mama, Mama, I want an Iguana” and “Party Dogs” are just a couple of the catchy and clever songs on this album by international performer, Terry Grosvenor. These songs are big hits with teachers and parents as well as children of all ages.

Terry Taffinder Grosvenor is an internationally recognized performer and songwriter. She has carefully crafted her children’s music to appeal to kids of all ages, especially those in kindergarten through fourth grade. Her use of classic children’s poetry has drawn the enthusiastic acclaim of educators around the world and allowed these timeless themes to be enjoyed by today’s young minds, as well as fondly remembered by parents and grandparents.

In recent years, in addition to three children’s albums, she has composed the music for an eighty minute children’s ballet, three theme songs for the “World Scholar-Athlete Games”, hip hop recordings, the sound track for a film entitled “58 Harrison Lane,” and a collection of camp songs for the Girl Scouts of RI. Your children and grandchildren will love Terry’s music and the classic children’s tales you knew as a child will be enjoyed by a new generation!

Song Lyrics

Mama, Mama, I Want An Iguana, Terry T. & Rick Grosvenor ©1997
Add’l Vocals by Nancy Grosvenor

Mama, I’ve just seen the cutest little pet
He sits on a rock and he won’t be any trouble
He’s long and green with a skinny, pointy tail
And the pet store man said in a year his size may double.
They sell costumes that I can dress him up in
A leather vest and a little straw hat
When he gets bigger, I’ll walk him on a leash
And I promise you I’ll stop asking for a cat, a cat, a cat….

Mama, Mama, Mama, I want an Iguana
I think I’ll call it Joey even if it’s a girl,
Mama, mama, mama, I want an Iguana
l’ll clean it and I’ll feed it
I’m never going to leave it
I want an iguana – TODAY!

Come on, Mama, you’re really going to like him
He’s not that ugly and it’s better than a snake
Are you upset he might grow to six feet long?
If you let me have him, I’ll get up at daybreak
And clean the house, and rake the leaves
And eat up all my peas…
(I’ll give ’em to Joey – he loves vegetables)

Mama, Mama, Mama, I want an Iguana…
E-e-guana, e-e-guana (repeat)
Iguana, iguana, iguana, guana, guana
(Repeat)
I’ll clean it and feed it
I’m never going to leave it
I want an iguana – TODAY!

Sea Shell, Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997

Sea shell, sea shell, sing your song for me
I’ll listen well, if you will tell your story to me
Sea shell, sea shell, you whisper in my ear
Things that I want to hear, from under the sea

Tell of the fishes that you have seen
Of gray stormy weather and seas of green
Tell of the islands and the tropical sands
Of all the places in far away lands

Sea shell, sea shell, etc.

Tell of the mermaids with long, flowing hair
Of sailors and hompipes and salty sea air
Of black-bearded pirates and treasures of gold
Of sharks and whales and stones of old

Sea shell, sea shell, etc.
Whisper your song to me…(repeat 2x) Sea shell

Billy Goats Gruff, Based on an old poem, T. Grosvenor ©1997
Add’l Vocals by Rick Grosvenor

Three Billy-goats by the name of Gruff
Thought themselves not fat enough
And looked out for a place where they could eat
Saw, over the river, a sunny knoll,
But the bridge was long,
And the stream was strong,
And under the bridge lived an ugly troll.

This troll was a wicked long-nosed elf
Who owned the whole of the bridge himself
And when the smallest Billy Goat tried to cross

The Troll called out, with a surly frown
“Who’s that tripping, who’s that skipping
Over my bridge?, I’ll gobble him down!”

It’s only a tiny Billy-goat Gruff
Please don’t eat me!
For I’m very little and lean and tough.
Wait for the other, wait for my brother,
The second Billy-goat will soon pass by
He’s bigger and fatter than I!”
“Run on”, said the troll, “I’ll see”

Along came the second Billy-goat Gruff
With his coat of shaggy stuff
He stepped up on the budge and tried to cross
And the Troll called out, with a ugly frown
“Who’s that tripping, who’s that skipping .
Over my bridge?, I’ll gobble him down!”

“It’s only the second Billy-goat Gruff
Please don’t eat me,
I’m bigger but I’m mostly fluff
Wait for the other, wait for my brother,
The third Billy-goat will soon pass by.
He’s bigger and fatter than I!”
“Run on”, said the troll, “I’ll see”

Along came the third big Billy-goat Gruff
He stalked on the bridge all burly and rough
It creaked and groaned and the wood began to snap
And the Troll roared out, with an awful frown,
“Who’s that blundering, who’s that thundering
Over my bridge?, I’ll gobble him down!”

Tis I the great big Billy-goat Gruff
Come out from under that bridge and see!”,
And his voice was heavy and hoarse and tough!
I am the other, I am that brother,
The biggest and the fattest and the baddest of all three!”

Then on his homs all crooked and bare,
He tossed that troll into the air.
He flew so high that he never came down again
And the Billy goats ate up on that knoll
They sure took care of that wicked troll
And that’s the story of the Billy Goats Gruff

My Lucky Day, Terry T. Grosvenor @1997

I just found a four leaf clover
At my feet when I looked down
Now I start to smile all over
I jump up high, off the ground

I’ve got a feelin’, somehow
I know This happy feeling is bound to grow
It could be my lucky, lucky day

Then I find a daisy flower.
I pick off petals, one by one.
When it lands on he loves me
I kick my heels and off I run.

I’ve got a feelin’,

Luck can come and luck can go
It’s up and down like a yo-yo
Try to stay happy and just maybe
You’ll feel lucky, wait and see.

Good things have been happenin’ to me
I’ve got extra luck to spend
If you want, I’ll give you some
It’s fun to share it with a friend

I’ve got a feelin’, …

Party Dogs, Terry & Rick Grosvenor ©1997
Add’l Vocals by Rick Grosvenor

Have you ever wondered what your dogs are up to while you’re away? – We have.

When I’m feeling bored and it’s getting late
I just gotta go, can’t procrastinate
I jump to my feet, I start to salivate
It’s time to move, and I just can’t wait

My tail starts to spin around and around
When I hear that crazy pounding sound
The beat gets me going, it makes me feel so fine
I call to my friends who live next door
Come on to my house, lets hit the floor
When we get together – doggone, we sure do whine

We are party dogs and we love to Dance
Who, who, who, who – we love to Dance
(repeat 1st two lines)
We shake it to the left, we shake it to the right
Bye, bye fleas – you’re outta sight
We shake it up, we shake it down, we get around
‘Cause we are party dogs.

When the master’s gone, it’s time to play
We shake our bones and move the rug away
We get down on all fours, and we beat the ground
We lift each leg, then we slide it down

We put on rhinestone collars and slick down our fur
We shake our bodies ’til the cats all purr
That’s why we’re dog-tired after staying up all night
We scratch our ears and we shake our jowls
When the moon is out, you can hear our howls
When we have a party, doggone we do it right

We are party dogs…

The River Nile, Based on an old camp song
Terry & Rick Grosvenor ©1994

When I build my castle on the River Nile.
I will live in elegant style.
Inlaid diamonds on the floor,
A bamboo butler at my door.
And when I marry the prince Alaboo,
My blood will change from red to blue.
Entertaining royalty all the while
In my castle castle castle by the River Nile.

Da da da um ta um te um ta da da
Da da da um ta um ta um ta da da
Entertaining royalty all the while
In my castle, castle, castle by the River Nile.

When I build my castle on the River Rhine
I’ll paint it gold to make it shine.
Friends will come from everywhere,
To see my castle in the air.
And when I yodel to Prince Alaboo
The hills will echo, “I love you.”
We will live so happily on cloud nine
In my castle castle castle on the River Rhine.

Da da da um ta um ta um ta da da
Da da da um ta um la um ta da da
We will live so happily on cloud nine
In my castle, castle, castle on the River Rhine.

Shut-Eye Train, Based on a poem by Eugene Field,Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997

Come, my little one, with me!
There are wondrous sights to see
As the evening shadows fall;
In your cap and gown,

Don’t detain the Shut-Eye train-
Ting-a-ling!’ the bell goes
‘Toot-toot!’ the whistle blows,
And we hear the call:
“All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!”

Swifter than a wild bird’s flight,
Through the realms of fleecy light
Through the blue where bloom the stars
Mother Moon looks down

Don’t detain the Shut-Eye train…

Heavy are your eyes, my sweet,
Weary are your lithe feet
Nestle closer up to me
In your cap and gown;
Oh, the sights that we shall see!
Golden dreams for you and me

“Toot-toot!” the whistle blows,
And we hear the call
“All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!”

Mama Blues, Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997
Add’l Vocals by Sherwoode & NancyGrosvenor & Jacqueline Holbrook

I wake up in the mornin’
And there’re kids in my bed
One’s pushing me out,
One’s sitting on my head

Then I hear the patter of
busy little feet
Mom, I’m really hungry,
Get me something good to eat

I dress them, I feed them,
I brush their teeth and comb their messy hair,
We put on shoes, hats, coats and gloves
And run for the door
The bus is there, the bus is there.

And they say – Go, Mama, go. Go, Mama, Go!
You’d better get ready, you’re movin’ too slow!
And they say Go, Mama, go. Go Mama, go!
They’re drivin’ me crazy, but I love ’em so!

The days rush by so quickly,
I don’t seem to get much done
The work load just gets bigger,
it’s got me on the run

When I leave my work,
I pick up kids at school
I drop one at piano,
I drop one at the pool

There’s Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts,
And Little League and soccer and ballet
I’d really like to stop and chat,
but I don’t have the time,
I’m on my way, I’m on my way…

And they say – Go, Mama, go. Go, Mama, Go!…

Where did I put this,
and where did I put that…
I’ve told you a million times
You’ve got to feed the cat…

I’ve got to be patient,
I’ve really got to try
But, I have those days
When I could just break down and cry

To remind me it’s all worth it,
I tiptoe in their bedrooms late at night
I see those angel faces and
I thank God once again
That they’re all right, they’re all right

And they say- Go, Mama, go. Go, Mama, Go!

Dirty little hands and dirty little feet
And tiny little mouths wantin’ somethin’ to eat
Gotta’ keep movin’, gotta’ get things done
There’s always somethin’ to keep me on the run

Go, Mama, go. Go, Mama, go!…

The Spider & the Fly, Based on a poem by Mary Hewitt, Terry T. Grosvenor 01997

“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly
‘Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy
The way into the parlor is up a winding stair
And I have many things to show you when you’re there°

“Oh no, no, no, no, no,” said the little Fly
‘I’d rather stay right here and let the chance go by,
Oh no, no, no, no, no, you might put me in a spin
If I go upstairs, I might never come down again”

“I’m sure you must be weary from soaring up so high
Come rest upon my pillow” said the spider to the fly.
“I will close the curtains, the sheets are fine and thin
Why don’t you sleep awhile and I will tuck you in.”
Oh no, no, no, no…,

The spider turned around and went into his den
He knew the silly fly would soon be back again
He wove a silky web in a corner way up high
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly
He went to his door and he began to sing,
“Please come back, pretty fly, with your silver wing
Your robes are green and purple, there’s a crest upon your head
Your eyes are like diamonds, but mine are dull as lead”

It wasn’t very long before our silly little fly
Heard the spider’s song and came slowly flitting by
She was thinking of her eyes
And the crest upon her head
She didn’t see who watched her with his eyes as dull as lead

“Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” said the spider to the fly,
“I’ve waited for this moment – I
won’t let this chance go by.”

He dragged her up the stairs into his dismal den
She stayed inside his parlor and she never came back again
She never came back, she never came back again.

She did the spin, she did the spin,
And she never came back (Repeat)

Simple as A , B, C, Terry T. & Rick Grosvenor ©1992

It’s as simple as ABC.
It’s as easy as 1 2 3.
All you’ve got to do is try.
Take it slowly and time will fly
And you’ll find, you’ll get where you want to go.

You’ve got to look before you leap.
You’ve got to think before you speak.
You’ve got to learn to crawl before you can walk….Oooh, oooh.
You’ve got to add before you subtract.
Start to go forward, never turn back.
Step by step – You can do it, You can do it!

It’s as simple as A B C…

You’ve got to walk before you run.
You can turn your work into fun.
You’ve got to learn to paddle before you can swim.
Learn from mistakes, they will make you strong.
You’ll learn the difference between right and wrong.
Trust yourself, you can do it. You can do it!

It’s as simple as A B C…

You can really go some where.
Little steps will take you there.
You can climb the highest stair.
And build your castles in the air.
Take your time to let dreams grow.
You’ll get where you want to go. (Repeat)

Ballerina Doll, Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997

I’m a Ballerina Doll,
How I love to dance
How I love, how I love,
How I love to dance.

I live in a music box.
That is where I dance,
That is where, that is where
That is where I dance.

If you wind the music box
I will spin for you.
I will spin, I will spin.
I will spin for you.

I am spinning slowly now,
Soon the song will end.
Soon the song, soon the song,
Soon the song will end.

Wind me up another time,
I will dance again I will dance,
I will dance, I will dance again.
If you close the music box,
I will fall asleep…
I will wait, I will wait, I will wait for you.

The Chicken Song, Based on an old poem Terry T. Grosvenor ©1997

Said the first little chicken, with a funny little squirm
°I wish that I could dig up a nice juicy worm
A nice juicy worm, a nice juicy worm
I wish that I could dig up a nice juicy worm’

Said the next little chicken, with an odd little shrug
“I wish that I could dig up a fat slimy slug
A fat slimy slug, a fat slimy slug
I wish that I could dig up a fat slimy slug°

If this song is making you hungry
and you wish you were a bird
We can find you some tasty things
– just say the word.

Said the next little chicken – “I know what I need,
I wish that I could dig up a long centipede
A long centipede, a long centipede
I wish that I could dig up a long centipede’

Said the last little chicken, feeling pretty smug,
“I wish that I could dig up a nice crunchy bug
A nice crunchy bug, a nice crunchy bug
I wish that I could dig up a nice crunchy bug°

“Now, see here, said the mother, from the garden patch.”
If you want any breakfast, come over here and scratch
Come over here and scratch, come over hear and scratch
If you want any breakfast, come over here and scratch”

I’m So Tired,Terry T. & Rick Grosvenor ©1997
with Vocals by Rick Grosvenor

I’m so tired and you’d be too,
If you stayed up late the way I do.
My eyes are closing, can’t hold up my head
And I really want to go to bed, But –

Right outside my door;
There’s a party going on
A party going on, a party going on
Yes, right outside my door,
There’s a party going on
And I just cant get to sleep. (Repeat)

I am so tired, and you’d be too
If you stayed awake the way I do
My eyes are closing, can’t hold up my head
And I really, really, want to go to bed – But!

Right outside my door,
There’s a party going on…

I am so tired, you would be too..
If you stayed awake the way I do!
My eyes am closing, can’t hold up my head
And I really, really want to go to bed -RIGHT NOW!

But, right outside my door, the
Party’s breaking up
The party’s freaking up, the
Party’s breaking up
Yes, right outside my door, the
Party’s breaking up

And now, I’M WIDE AWAKE!

All songs composed, arranged and performed by Terry T. Grosvenor
Vocals by Terry T. Grosvenor,ASCAP; other vocalists noted on individual pieces.
All Songs & Arrangements,©1997, R&T Grosvenor Publishing, ASCAP
Engineered and Recorded by RichardC.Grosvenor,
Digital Editing by Viscount Records



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