Monday October 26, 2009
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from the ‘best of’ collection …
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from the ‘best of’ collection …
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by: larry curtis spurlock
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baby baby: the princess flower
vol. IV forthcoming
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vol. IV forthcoming
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The following Piece is the 14th of 16 in the Play Score
The following Piece is the 14th of 16 in the Play Score
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16 baby baby: the princess flower 16
babay baby baby (188)
flowers
wilder side
watching t.v.
sleeping
what’s going on
land of jam
what am i doing here
green mean team
rain queen
slowing down again
wishing
the cool fool
the plan
sailing
like i’m coming home (203)
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4 16 201 n
1988
larry curtis spurlock
the plan
1
sizzleache has swallowed mr. giddy
sugar and goody have a tear in their eye
el phont has them all locked up
and freaky fredy has stolen our pup
reignbeau dude has been reassigned
but we have the services of a flying bird
whine and her truck are slipping around
and the rain queen is raining down
chorus a
we need a plan .. need a plan
we need a plan .. need a plan
how are we going to save ourselves
get out of this land
we need a plan .. need a plan
we need a plan .. need a plan
the frog will lead us
we know he can
2
carlost is sent out for a ride
the flower and the rest stay inside
or under an umbrella is a safe place
honi and toni are face to face
the jelly bellies are singing low
the frog and the flower are ready to show
chorus b
we've got a plan .. we've got a plan
we've got a plan .. we've got a plan
going to save ourselves
get out of this land
we've got a plan .. we've got a plan
we've got a plan .. we've got a plan
the frog and the flower
doing all they can
3
they sent the bird to el phont's house
with a package containing a tiny mouse
screaming and stomping to get away
el phont stomps on sizzleache
giddy guy gushes out of the snake
while goody and sugar make their break
chorus c
that's the plan .. the plan
that's the plan .. the plan
the dog is safe .. he also ran
that's the plan .. the plan
that's the plan .. the plan
freaky fredy got busted
when the poop hit the fan
epilogue
what a plan a plan .. what a plan a plan
everyone's happy .. everyone ran
what a plan a plan .. what a plan .. a plan
now they're so tired .. asleep on the sand
babay baby baby (188)
flowers
wilder side
watching t.v.
sleeping
what’s going on
land of jam
what am i doing here
green mean team
rain queen
slowing down again
wishing
the cool fool
the plan
sailing
like i’m coming home (203)
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4 16 201 n
1988
larry curtis spurlock
the plan
1
sizzleache has swallowed mr. giddy
sugar and goody have a tear in their eye
el phont has them all locked up
and freaky fredy has stolen our pup
reignbeau dude has been reassigned
but we have the services of a flying bird
whine and her truck are slipping around
and the rain queen is raining down
chorus a
we need a plan .. need a plan
we need a plan .. need a plan
how are we going to save ourselves
get out of this land
we need a plan .. need a plan
we need a plan .. need a plan
the frog will lead us
we know he can
2
carlost is sent out for a ride
the flower and the rest stay inside
or under an umbrella is a safe place
honi and toni are face to face
the jelly bellies are singing low
the frog and the flower are ready to show
chorus b
we've got a plan .. we've got a plan
we've got a plan .. we've got a plan
going to save ourselves
get out of this land
we've got a plan .. we've got a plan
we've got a plan .. we've got a plan
the frog and the flower
doing all they can
3
they sent the bird to el phont's house
with a package containing a tiny mouse
screaming and stomping to get away
el phont stomps on sizzleache
giddy guy gushes out of the snake
while goody and sugar make their break
chorus c
that's the plan .. the plan
that's the plan .. the plan
the dog is safe .. he also ran
that's the plan .. the plan
that's the plan .. the plan
freaky fredy got busted
when the poop hit the fan
epilogue
what a plan a plan .. what a plan a plan
everyone's happy .. everyone ran
what a plan a plan .. what a plan .. a plan
now they're so tired .. asleep on the sand
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