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Hello! © 1988 Laszlo Slomovits ASCAP

Hello, Hello, Hello, Hi, Hi, Hi Hello, Hello, Hello, Hi! In France they say, "Bonjour" In China they say, "Nihau" In Israel they say, "Shalom" In South Africa they say, "Dumela" In Mexico they say, "Buenos Dias" In Russia they say, "Zdrastvooyti" In Japan they say, "Konnichi Wa" In India they say, "Namaste" Sometimes we shake hands, We wave and we grin. We slap each other on the back, We say, "Hi! How you been?"

Everybody Once Was A Kid © 1989 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

Everybody once was a kid, everyone who's somebody now They all grew up like we will, they're working at it still Everybody once was a kid Even Michael Jordan had to learn to tie his shoelaces Everybody needs to if they're ever gonna go places Even Babe Ruth had to eat his vegetables to grow up strong That's how he could be the home run champ and hit the ball so long Amelia Earhart had to learn to tell the time before she flew Aretha learned to hit high notes, at first she probably missed a few Even Martin Luther King fell lots of times before he walked Even Mother Teresa made some goo goo sounds before she talked Even the Beatles probably had the measles Even Michael Fox had the chicken pox Even Baryshnekov had the whooping cough They all survived them, we will surmount them Peter, Paul and Mary were just kids before they learned to sing Elvis was a little boy long before he was the King Everybody as they're growing has to climb so many hurdles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles once were baby Ninja Turtles

All the World © l986 Laszlo Slomovits ASCAP

All the world is a rainbow What color are you? Are you red, black, or white, Are you yellow or brown, Are you some other shade or hue? All the world is a rainbow And the sky needs all of me and all of you. All of me, all of you All our brothers and sisters too. We can live, we can give All of me and you. All the world is a melody. What note are you? Are you high, are you low? Are you fast, are you slow? Are you sour or in sweet harmony? All the world is a melody And the song needs all of me and all of you. All the world is a tapestry, Iπm woven in with you All the world is a restless sea, Iπm just a wave like you. All the world is just a stage What role have you? Are you good, are you bad? Are you happy or sad? Are you weak, strong, false or true? All the world is just a stage And the play needs all of me and all of you.

Deli © 1988 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

Let's go get a sandwich at the Deli I'm sick and tired of peanut butter and jelly Somethin' really good to fill my belly Let's go get a sandwich at the Deli Cream cheese, Swiss cheese, muenster and Dutch gouda Where else have you seen so much good fooda Bagels, pumpernickel, onion rolls and rye Could go elsewhere... can't imagine why Pesto, tomato and fresh mozzarella, Grill it on rye, make me a happy fella. Blintzes, latkes, hot potato knishes, We won't even have to do the dishes Alternate Verses: Hot corned beef, chopped liver, kosher salami I'll show you to the best if you'll allow me Bagels, pumpernickel, onion rolls and rye Could go elsewhere... can't imagine why Cream cheese, Swiss cheese, muenster and Dutch gouda Where else have you seen so much good fooda Chicken soup, latkes, hot potato knishes, We won't even have to do the dishes

Pizza 1989 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

What's made of dough and tomato sauce and lots and lots of cheese? Onions, green peppers, mushrooms and olives and sometimes all of these. They roll the dough out flat, then toss it in the air, It's almost always round, but sometimes it's a square. It's a pizza, it's a pizza Mama mia pizza pie It's a pizza, it's a pizza Mama mia pizza pie It's no tortilla, ai caramba, or a wiener schnitzel, ja. Nor baklava, eureka! or a croissant, ooh la la. It doesn't go with champagne, you have it with a Coke. Not fancy schmancy, oi gevalt, but you won't wind up broke. When Mom has had a long day and says she's feelin' beat When Dad is sick and tired of cooking and wants to go out to eat Do we go for burgers, or that place that serves buffet? Or do we say "let's have the same thing we had yesterday".

Lunch © 1982 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

What are we gonna have for lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch Look in the 'frigerator munch, munch, munch, munch Take out the celery bunch, bunch, bunch, bunch How about some peanut butter crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch Think hard, what else now? Some jelly with the peanut butter smack... How about some eggs fried crack... Cut up the cheese please hack... The toast is getting burned black... Think hard, what else now? Donuts and milk for you, dunk... Who'd like some pineapple chunk... No food on the piano please plunk... Don't drink so much cider you'll be drunk... Think hard, what else now? Carrot cake for everyone yum... I know that you'll finish every crumb... That's all there is I'm sorry don't be glum... I wish I'd baked some more I feel so dumb Think hard, what else now? Have you had enough yes... What's that on the front of your dress... Who'll help me clean up this mess... What will we do next, guess... We're gonna lie down, we're gonna close our eyes, We're gonna pull up the covers, and we're gonna take a nap.

Cat Song © 1989 Laszlo Slomovits ASCAP

Can you see in the dark when it's black as coal? No! Neither can I, but my cat can! Can you stare without blinking for over an hour? Can you shimmy to the treetop in two seconds flat? Can you fall 20 yards and land on your feet? 'Cause she's an acrobat, an aristocrat, She acts like a spoiled brat. She hides my socks and hides my hat And a whole lot more than that! Can you purrrrrrr like a motor and not use your mouth? No! Neither can I, but my cat can. Can you walk on dry leaves and not make a sound? Can you file your nails by scratching on a tree? Can you stand up to a dog ten times your size? 'Cause she's no scaredy cat, no diplomat Who'll chit-chat or chew the fat. She makes my home her habitat And keeps it clear of mouse and rat! That's my song about my cat! That's my song about my cat! That's that!

Puppy Love © 1987 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

I'm so happy with my new puppy I can't believe that I'm so lucky Even when he gets all yucky I'm so happy with my new puppy Early in the morning he jumps up on my bed I'm trying to sleep, he wants to play instead Pulls the covers off me and he sits on my head He follows me like a shadow, wherever I go He fetches every ball or stick that I throw And he falls asleep with his head on my toes

Howling at the Moon ©1989 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

I've got a puppy, can't do any tricks Won't sit or come when you call him, Won't roll over, lick your face, fetch or heel But you know that I still love him. He's not very cute, he barks too much But he has a lot of potential 'Cause like everyone else in this whole wide world He's got something that makes him special He can howl at the moon with me - Awoooo The only trick he knows - Aw Awoooo I laugh out loud each time that he does it I love him and it shows He can howl at the moon with me - Awoooo Head thrown back, far as it goes We howl together in close harmony I love him and I think he knows - Aw Awoooo He's chewed up my sandals, left only the buckles Nearly destroyed our new couch He's nipped at my fingers when we were playing, You oughta heard me yell "ouch" He's gone on the carpet, not once and not twice And thrown up on the floor I've been mad at him sure, but he's only a puppy And I won't throw him out the door He can howl at the moon with me - Awoooo The only trick he knows - Aw Awoooo I laugh out loud each time that he does it I love him and it shows He can howl at the moon with me - Awoooo Head thrown back, far as it goes We howl together in close harmony I love him and I think he knows - Aw Awoooo

The Rooster Story Hungarian Folk Tale, English version Laszlo Slomovits ©1987 ASCAP

Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a poor farmer on a tiny farm. He had a few animals like you often find on a farm; cats and dogs, a cow and a horse, sheep, a goat and some chickens—but he also had one very special rooster. One day this rooster was scratching and pecking at the dirt in the road that went by the farm, when suddenly his beak hit something hard and shiny. He pecked all around it and saw that it was a beautiful silver dollar. He picked it up in his beak, and as he was holding it, shining and sparkling in the sunlight, a car came down the road, screeched to a halt right next to him, and Mr. Stingyman got out. Now Mr. Stingyman had lots and lots of money. He had a special vault made of stone and steel 40 feet high and 40 feet wide and a 100 yards long where he kept all his money. But he was so stingy, he never gave anything to anybody. He just kept putting all his money in his money vault and by now it was almost full. But he was never satisfied, he always wanted more. And so when he saw the silver dollar he wanted it. Mr. Stingyman said, "Hey rooster, gimme that dollar." The rooster said, "No, I won't, I'm taking it back to the farmer." "No you won't," said Mr. Stingyman, and he grabbed the rooster by the neck, yanked the silver dollar away from him, jumped in his car and drove off. When he got home he threw the silver dollar in his money vault and locked the door again. Now the little rooster got really angry. He went to Mr. Stingyman's house, got up on the window sill and started singing at the top of his voice: "Hey Mr. Stingyman, listen to me holler! Cock a doodle doodle doo, give me back my dollar!" He kept singing this over and over and over, till Mr. Stingyman got real tired of it and he called his son, whose name was Tightwad, and he said, "Tightwad! Take that rooster and throw him in the well!" So Tightwad grabbed the rooster and threw him in the well. But the little rooster wasn't frightened; he just started singing to his belly: "Belly, belly, belly, take in all the water." Glugglugglugglugglugglugglug... and he took in all the water! Then he climbed out of the well, jumped up on the window sill and started singing as loud as he could. "Hey Mr. Stingyman..." Mr. Stingyman got even madder than before. He said to his son, "Tightwad! Take that rooster and throw him in the flaming furnace!" So Tightwad grabbed the rooster and threw him in the flaming furnace. But the little rooster still wasn't frightened; he just started singing to his belly again: "Belly, belly, belly, let out all the water." Whoooosh... and the water put out the fire. Then the little rooster got out of the furnace, jumped up on the window sill and started singing again: "Hey Mr. Stingyman..." Now Mr. Stingyman was furious. He yelled, "Tightwad! Take that rooster and throw him in the beehive!" And Tightwad grabbed the rooster and threw him in the beehive. But the little rooster still wasn't frightened; he just started singing again: "Belly, belly, belly , take in all the bees." Bzzzzzzzzz... and he took in all the bees. Then he got out of the beehive, jumped up on the windowsill and started singing at the top of his lungs: "Hey, Mr. Stingyman..." Now Mr. Stingyman was as mad as he could be! He roared, "Tightwad! Bring that rooster over here. I'm going to stuff him in my baggy pants and sit on him!" So Tightwad grabbed the rooster and brought him to Mr. Stingyman and Mr. Stingyman stuffed him in his baggy pants and sat right down on him. But the little rooster still wasn't frightened. He just started singing: "Belly, belly, belly, let out all the bees." Buzz, Buzz, Buzz! And the bees all came buzzing out and started biting Mr. Stingyman. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" He yelled and hollered and jumped up and down. "Take this rooster to the money vault and let him take his lousy silver dollar!" So Tightwad grabbed the little rooster and ran all the way to the money vault, opened the door and let him in. The little rooster took a good, long look all around, then started singing very, very softly: "Belly, belly, belly, take in all the money." Clinkclinkclink... and he took in all the money. Then he ran home as fast as he could and gave it all to the poor farmer. And as far as we know, they lived happily ever after!

Pray for Snow © 1988 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

When I was a boy, I said my prayers every night, just before I went to sleep. I prayed for good health for my family and the Lord my soul to keep. I prayed for peace all around the world, what joy that would bring - And before I said Amen, some nights I'd add, Oh, Lord, there's just one more thing. There's a test at school tomorrow, I want to stay home, I can't even pretend to be sick. My mom won't believe me, I've tried it before, by now she knows my every trick. I'm not asking for a disaster, like an earthquake or a flood, something simple would do just fine - I know that you are busy, you got a lot on your mind, I don't mean to be out of line. Could you make it snow all night? Turn the whole world white? There'll be no school tomorrow and I'll be all right, If you just make it snow all night. Now that I'm grown up I still say my prayers, just before I go to sleep. I pray for good health for my family and the Lord my soul to keep. I still pray for peace all around the world, what a joy that would bring And before I say Amen, some nights I still add, oh Lord, there's just one more thing. Tomorrow is Friday, the kids are wild on Fridays, and my lesson plans still are not done. I don't have any sick days left, I used them all last month, some days my job is not much fun. A quiet three day weekend sounds like heaven to me, I'll be ready to face Monday I never thought that I, who hated school as a kid, would be a teacher one day.

Music Teacher's Blues © 1991 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

I'm the music teacher, and this is my song I really love the kids, so now don't get me wrong But for years I've had my fair share of abuse I've got a really bad case of those music teacher's blues Teaching saxophone can cause a lot of pain Like having root canal work done without Novocain, They say no pain no gain, I guess that it's true I've got a really bad case of those music teacher's blues The kids can sound those trumpets like elephants with gas If the clarinets play a note right, I'm in the wrong class Sometimes it's hard to see just what's the use I've got a really bad case of those music teacher's blues The kids throw their sneakers down the tuba's bell The tuba player can't play it, I guess it's just as well Sometimes I think I should just give 'em all kazoos I've got a really bad case of those music teacher's blues I don't know how it happens, I'm surprised every year the kids somehow get better, it's music to my ear I guess we all just have to pay our dues Lord I can finally stop singing these music teacher's blues

Bicycle Song © l983 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

I'm a pedal pusher, handlebar gripper Four square inches on the ground. I'm a gear shifter, curb hugger On two thin tires going round and round and round. Mama took the training wheels off yesterday. I've skinned my elbows, knees and hands, been riding all day. Daddy says, "Stay in the driveway, far away from cars." We're running out of band-aids and I'm still not going far. Dad and I went to the park to practice riding more. He said to Mom before we left, "Tomorrow I'll be sore." All day he ran beside me and he held on to the seat. He said to Mom, "I'm out of shape, got blisters on my feet." Today I went around the block and up and down the hill. When school starts up next fall, I'll go just anywhere I will. I'm practicing my wheelies and my turn-arounds-in-air. I don't know why my Mama says I'm giving her gray hair. I took my sister for a ride while it was still light. I stood up and I pedaled and she squealed and held on tight. Left skid marks up and down the street, thrilled her to the bone. She said she's old enough to ride and wants one of her own. chorus last time: Now she's a pedal pusher, handlebar gripper, Four square inches on the ground. She's a gear shifter, curb hugger, On two thin tires going round and round and round, Round and round and round and round.

Oops! © 1990 Laszlo Slomovits ASCAP

Playing touch football out in the park, The quarterback called my name. "Go long down the sideline, I'll throw you the bomb, We're gonna win this game." Hut one! Hut two! I took off on three, Faked out my man, I was clear! The throw was a beauty, right on the money, My team-mates were starting to cheer! But then I... Oops! I fumbled it! Oops! I bumbled it! Oh, no! Oops! Oh, no! Oops! Later we were sitting and having our supper Mom, Dad, sister and me. I reached for some dressing to put on my salad, The bottle needed shaking I could see. The glass was oily, it slipped from my hand, And landed in my sister's bowl. She screamed! She jumped! There was soup all over - I wanted to crawl in a hole. Because I... Dad came up to my room in a while. He said, "Don't worry, it's just a stage. I used to drop every single thing I touched But I grew out of it with age." He smiled and hugged me and turned to go, But just as he got to the door, He tripped on the rug, lost his balance - His coffee went flying to the floor! Because he... Mom came running up the stairs in a fright, "What's going on over here?" Dad was just getting up off the floor, He tried to pretend, "Why, nothing, my dear..." Mom took a look at the coffee-spattered room, She looked at the empty coffee cup. My sister started snickering, Mom started giggling, And then, we all cracked up! 'Cause sometimes...

Loose Tooth Blues © 1988 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

My tooth is loose, it's hangin' on by a thread I leave funny teeth marks when I chew my bread I can push it out, poke it back, everybody looks real close The boys all say "cool", the girls all say "gross" My grandpa tried to tell me yesterday He'd pull out my tooth for me the old fashioned way He tied a string to the doorknob, I thought he was a nut I love him a lot, but I clamped my mouth shut 'Cause my tooth is loose, it's wigglin' 'round in my mouth I poke it with my tongue, I push it north and south I can lay it down, stand it up, everybody looks real close The boys all say cool, the girls all say gross Gramps was here today, and I surprised him a bit He was going on about teeth pulling, when he was a kid I finally reached in my mouth, gave a couple yanks Then I handed him my tooth and said, "thanks... but no thanks" Now my tooth is out, no longer hangs by a thread There's money under my pillow from the tooth fairy instead Just a space where my tooth was, but everybody still looks close The boys still say "cool", and the girls still say "gross."

Pen Pals © 1989 Sandor Slomovits ASCAP

Grandma, grandpa moved far away from here They like it where it's warm but I miss them being near We used to talk each day and I miss them so, Mom says I could write, but I say I don't know. What am I gonna write, I don't know what to say Tell them little stories 'bout what you did today Tell them 'bout our shopping and what we found on sale Write it all down and then we'll put it in the mail Dear Grandma and Grandpa, Hello. How are you? I'm fine. Gotta go now. Bye. P.S. Write soon. Miss you. I gave my dog a bath, got soaked from head to toe I wrote it in my letter, I knew Gramps would want to know Wrote 'em 'bout my skating, how I fell right on my tail Daddy took a picture and we put it in the mail When I eat my spinach, though it makes me gag When I get an A, I'm tryin' not to brag When my brother Joey pulls the kitten by the tail I make a little drawing and I put it in the mail. Dear Grandma and Grandpa, Hello. How are you? I'm fine. I'm doing good in school, except for handwriting, but I guess you could see that. My teacher says I'll go far. Is where you are, far? The mailbox flag is down, and I run and see A letter or a card, is waiting there for me Filled with little stories, or a tall tale We keep the postman busy delivering all our mail. Dear Grandma and Grandpa, Hello. How are you? I'm fine. It's cold here. Dad says he's sick of shoveling and it's only January. Do you miss shoveling? Bye. P.S. You know what? I've been practicing my pitching in the basement. I've hit everything at least once. The windows are still O.K. Well, I gotta go now. Bye.

Just One More © 1988 Laszlo Slomovits

Just one more, just one more! Please, Mommy, Daddy, just one more! Mom bakes great cookies, so crunchy moist and sweet. She gives me one most every meal as a little treat. Then she hides the cookie jar, I find it anyway. The problem is, my Mom finds me, and then she says, "No way!" I've got goldfish in the living room, parakeets in the den, Gerbils in the basement, by now there must be ten. I'd love to have a puppy, or a kitten, maybe two. My Dad says, "No! This house is not a zoo!" One more ride at the carnival - just one more! One more show on TV - just one more! One more drink of water - just one more! One more bedtime story - just one more! So then I'm tucked in bed and they kiss me good night. Dad starts to close the door, Mom turns out the light. Sleepily I say, "Can I have one more kiss?" They smile and come back, they never say "no" to this.

Bye, Bye © 1988 Laszlo Slomovits ASCAP

Bye, bye, till we meet again. Bye, bye, bye. Somewhere in the world the sun's going down. Sunflowers bow their heads toward the ground. Somewhere in the world the stars are bright. Fireflies sparkle and glow in the night. A shooting star flashes across the sky. Quick! Make a wish before it goes by. The moon sails the sky like a silver canoe, Bringing sweet dreams for me and for you.