This is a requested parody of a song by Da Vinci's Notebook, sung by Blarney the Dinosaur.
Gather round, ye lads and lasses,
Sit down for a spell,
And listen to my happy tale,
That I would like to tell!
Let's all dance and tap our feet,
Until our blues are gone,
And lift our voices in another,
Irish dino song!
My mother is a painter and my father is a doc.
My brother is a teacher and he has a cuckoo clock.
My other brother works up in a castle as a fool.
My sister is the principal of an old Irish school.
So if you're feeling sad,
You will not keep feeling bad.
We'll sing and sing and sing and sing,
And then we'll sing some more.
We'll run around and leap,
Until it's time to go to sleep,
Then we'll lie down, we'll sleep, we'll dream, wake up, and then we'll play again.
Chris, he is a Christian guy,
And Claire, she lives in Clare,
And a boy named Terry ran into the Derry air.
May was born in May, you see, and June was born in June.
Chip, he makes potato chips. I'll see him very soon.
"Always go against the grain," my uncle likes to say.
He keeps a box of stale bread he thinks keeps ghosts away.
My grandpa, he is ancient, he looked up to me and winked.
He said, "I'll keep on dancing strong until I am extinct."
So if you're feeling sad,
You will not keep feeling bad.
We'll sing and sing and sing and sing,
And then we'll sing some more.
We'll run around and leap,
Until it's time to go to sleep,
Then we'll lie down, we'll sleep, we'll dream, wake up, and then we'll play again.
When I fought with my siblings,
Back when I was just a kid,
Our folks had us each take our turn,
Explaining what we did.
Crazy Uncle Jack thought he was a triceratops.
In fact, he is a T-Rex, but his music really bops.
When little Donny stubbed his toe it was a crying shame.
He may not be a T-Rex, but we love him just the same.
Spike the stegosaurus thought that he had got the scoop.
He should've been more careful, 'cause he stepped right in some--(the kids laugh)
So if you're feeling sad,
You will not keep feeling bad.
We'll sing and sing and sing and sing,
And then we'll sing some more.
We'll run around and leap,
Until it's time to go to sleep,
Then we'll lie down, we'll sleep, we'll dream, wake up, and then we'll play again.
One day, my Auntie Moira tried to make some Irish stew,
But when the people smelled it, they all gagged and said, "P.U.!"
I have an Uncle Peter, and he nearly did go bad,
'Cause as a teen, he told a fib right to his mom and dad.
Derek lives across from me, he used to herd the cats,
Until they all escaped, and so he gave up doing that,
And dear old Sister Mulligan, yes, she is number one.
No longer scared of vampires after she became a nun.
So if you're feeling sad,
You will not keep feeling bad.
We'll sing and sing and sing and sing,
And then we'll sing some more.
We'll run around and leap,
Until it's time to go to sleep,
Then we'll lie down, we'll sleep, we'll dream, wake up, and then we'll play again.
Sometimes you might do something that later you regret,
But when you do, admit to it, it will work out I bet.
My only wish is that if you must do something that's wrong,
That it's to take that demon fox and silence its dumb song!
So if you're feeling sad,
You will not keep feeling bad.
We'll sing and sing and sing and sing,
And then we'll sing some more.
We'll run around and leap,
Until it's time to go to sleep,
Then we'll lie down, we'll sleep, we'll dream, wake up, and then we'll play again.
Then we'll lie down, we'll sleep, we'll dream, wake up, and then we'll play again.
Then we'll lie down, we'll sleep, we'll dream, wake up, and then we'll play again!