Track Title:               The Bullfrog Patrol
Album Title:               Internet Contributor III - Frank Sinatra

Prime Artist:              Rosetta and Vivian Duncan
Lyrics by:                 Anne Caldwell
Music by:                  Jerome Kern   (J. David K.)
From the Show:             She's A Good Fellow  1919 (S)


Lyrics:
[Rosetta]
A bullfrog sat
On a sultry summer night,
Upon a log,
The moon shone brightly,
His pale green lady friend he came to serenade,
I said his lady friend he came to serenade.

[Vivian]
His lady dear, with her blinky winky eyes,
Was pleased to hear
Him vocalizing,
She knew her gen'leman friend had come to serenade,
I said her gen'leman friend had come to serenade.

[Both]
"Pretty Polly Wog," said he,
"Hippy-hop along with me,
If my hunky-dunk you'll be,
Sweet Lady Frog,
I'll build a cuddacadunkchuck bungalow in my bog,
I said, a cuddacadunkchunk bungalow in my bog."

Pretty Polly Wog replied,
As her chest puffed out with pride,
"Till my own frog's legs are fried
I will be true,
Live in your cuddacadunkchunk bungalow bog with you,
I said, your cuddacadunkchunk bungalow with you."

[Rosetta And Chorus]
"Pretty Polly Wog," said he,
"Hippy-hop along with me..."

[Vivian And Chorus]
A bullfrog sat
On a sultry summer night...

[Rosetta And Vivian]
>From the lady of his choice
These few words made him rejoice,
So he lifted up his voice,
And let it float,
Just like the foghorn on the big Fall River boat,
I said, the foghorn on the big Fall River boat.

As the tones ranf out again,
All the watchdogs howled in pain,
And a hundred barks arose
>From bulldog throats,
They said, "This frog Caruso sure has got our goats,"
They said,  "This frog Caruso sure has got our goats."

[Vivian]
He sang all night,
With his froggy might and main,
All broad daylight
A man insanely
Called, "Won't you cut it out, it really is no joke,
I wish that Bolsheviki froggy-dog would croak."

Rosetta
The bullfrog sat,
With his bulgy, wulgy eyes,
Upon the log,
The sun was rising,
And as he hooted out his last cadunkdunkchunk,
He fell right off'n the log with just a sad "ker-plunk,"
Ker-plunk, ker-chunk.

[All]
That's all!

Contributed by Carlene Bogle



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