F

London Bridge is falling down,

E Am

And the people want their crown.

D G

They are not fooling a-round.

C G C C7F

Gimme my crown, gimme my crown, gimme my crown.

F

So I'll say these words to you,

Dm C

Though you won't believe a word I say...

G

Gonna say the words anyway.



Bb Am

Poems are pretty; Tales are tall.

Bb

Only the witches recall:

A G

The bigger they are, The harder they fall.





Jack and Jill went up the hill

They were looking for a thrill

But she forgot to take her pill

Gimme my pill, gimme my pill, gimme my pill

Through our fantasies we fly

In the prison of our dreams we die

Dieting in an apple pie



*chorus*



Mary had a little lamb

Couldn't make it with a man

She buried babies in the sand

Gimme my sand, gimme my sand, gimme my sand

So the visions came to stay

She was beheaded on a holiday

That's the price you have to pay



*chorus*



Mother goose is on the loose

Stealing lines from Lenny Bruce

Drinking booze and killing jews

Gimme my jews, gimme my booze, gimme my jews

Six million jingles can't be wrong

From the dragon to the Viet Cong

Fairy tales have come along



*chorus*