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Over the past 25 years, we have written 400 songs and are prouder of the 14 songs on Color Magic than any others we have ever written.  Each song is a tribute to some aspect of Family life. We had so much fun writing the songs, and spent so much time laughing in the studio, it's a wonder the Album was ever finished.  Mr. Sackett the Sock Man is classic goofy Mr. Tim. Ms. Laura's beautiful voice shines on the "bring me to tears" Little Mister and tantalizes on the gravelly Hamburger Blues The Battersby Duo is about Education. We are about helping Boys and Girls fulfill their dreams and aspirations through responsible Parenting and diligent instruction.  Modern Girl is a dedication to all young Ladies who dream of becoming Barbara Morgan, a Teacher and Astronaut, who not only flies with her mind, but also flew to the Stars. Color Magic is a peaceful collection for the young at heart. Please help us reach our 25000 sales goal so that we can convince  "NP's" by  the power of provable sales figures,  that Kid's music can be cool and fun, and does not have to be tacky and inappropriate.  "Write On." Barry Write

The Teacher

 Well you know I’m going crazy,

Cos I’m out of school feeling lazy

And I’ve got so many things I want to do.

Like exercise my swing, on the back porch of my house,

And stay up watching Leno all night long

Well I wake up in the morning with a new day in my hair

And I know that something good must come around

I’m a Teacher and the year is done summers here yeah summer fun

And I’ll see you kids but not until the fall

Till then I’ll contemplate each day, maybe even write a play

Or maybe even run to Katmandu

My Principal is off to Spain our AP is out flying her plane

And I will spend some time in Kalamazoo (with the gibsons)

Lead Break

Well you know I’m going crazy,

Cos I’m out of school feeling lazy

And I’ve got so many things I want to do.

Like exercise my swing, on the back porch of my house,

And stay up watching Leno all night long

Picnics in the park, and one foot in the pool

Going to Preschool

Oh I feel like dancing watching TV Taking a ride on my swing

Playing in my sandbox all day long Running barefoot while I sing

Oh so many friends playing with me And I know we’ll have a fine time

Running and laughing all through the day Meet the weekend with a happy smile

Cos I’m going to Pre-School Hanging with my friends

Yes I’m going to Pre-School Please don’t let it end

Lead Break

Miss Juani is a brilliant Teacher She’ll teach me all my ABC’s

She’ll show me how to tie my laces She’ll even show me how to sneeze

 And I will sing about the wheels on the bus Take a long nap and feel fine

And play with my friends for the rest of the day And go home with Mom and Dad when it’s time

Cos I’m going to Pre-School Hang out with my friends

Yes I’m going to Pre-School Please don’t let it end

Cos I’m going to Pre-School Hang out with my friends

Yes I’m going to Pre-School Please don’t let it end

Verse 1.

I'm a library and I see, so many people who love to read.

I'm a library and I see, Mom and Dad and all the Family.

Verse 2.

Mysteries biographies and novels fill my walls;

I have so many books; my shelves are ten feet tall.

And I have books on just about every subject known to man;

And magazines on traveling to far off distant lands.

Chorus

And I love to see the boys and girls read the books upon my shelves;

And I love to see them open up their eyes.

And say to me, "We have read, every book upon your shelf;

And every story in your library."

Verse 3.

And I am found in any town across the USA.

And people love to come to me, every single day.

They travel far, they travel wide, just to see the way I look.

And I am happy and I am glad, when they borrow all my books.

Chorus

And I love to see the boys and girls read the books upon my shelves;

And I love to see them open up their eyes.

And say to me, "We have read, every book upon your shelf;

And every story in your library."

And say to me, "We have read, every book upon your shelf;

And every story in your library."

The Bedtime Bug

I’m fighting the fight; I know that I am right.

What I do know is my Kids should have a bedtime.

I’ve traveled far and wide, and I know that I am tired

Of them staying up ‘til midnight when they know it should be nine

All you see in the morning are the bags beneath our eyes

My brain made dull by lack of sleep made me realize

That when I hit the bed at one to try to get some sleep

Our Kids are up and I’m still counting sheep

I’m walking down the lane I know I’ll see this road again,

I love my Kids but they don’t seem to get it

One day we’ll get it right, the Kids’ll sleep right through the night

And we will have some sanity again.

I asked Grandma the other day if she had ever had to say,

The time is late, now you must go to bed

She laughed at me and turned her head, she frightened me by what she said,

My face turned green and then a shade of red…

I realized I’m just the same; All Kids play the bedtime game

They stay up all night long if they can

Dad and Mum will overcome and the bedtime fight will soon be won

And we will have our sanity again.

I’m walking down the lane I know I’ll see this road again,

I’ve seen it in so many dreams before

Children they are laughing in the open shuttered windows of my mind

And I’ll see them again..

 Children they are playing in the open shuttered windows of my mind

And I’ll see them again..

Just the Six of Us

Well I woke up this morning I had to laugh

I had this terrible urge to take a bath

I’ve been kicking and turning, giving my Mom a fit

I can’t wait to be born in a month 3 days and a bit

Nine months is a long time to hang out in here

It’s safe and it’s warm and I’m fine

I got a bad old itch just the other day

Scratched my foot and found it wasn’t mine

So I turned to my knee on the other side

And much to my surprise

I saw a thigh and an eye staring at me

And 6 more trying to hide

So I said to myself, I’m not sure I’m alone

There’s an awful lot of limbs in here

I found a brother and sister and a sister and a brother

And another brother lying on his side

Well we woke up this morning we all had to laugh

We got a jungle gym going on a tumbling mat

We’ve been jumping and turning, giving my Mom a fit

We can’t wait to be born in a month 3 days and a bit

There are a bunch of us here in a room built for one

The tummy was full to the brim

But we played and we sang and we learned how to hum

And we got to know our dad and our Mum

I’ll never forget the day that they found

There were six of us living in here

My Grandparents swooned as they flew to the moon

And my Daddy fell down on the ground

Well we woke up this morning we all had to laugh

We got a jungle gym going on a tumbling mat

We’ve been jumping and turning, giving my Mom a fit

Little Mister

Verse 1

Can you see me my Baby

You are the light of my life

Your beautiful eyes and the way that you smile

Show me what love is like.

Verse 2

Your eyes are so blue and your smile so bright

You light up my day as it turns into night

Your sweet little hands reach out to mine

And I’ll love you forever, as I love you tonight

Verse 3

And I’ll watch you grow strong, and I’ll watch you grow tall;

And I’ll see you succeed, be there when you fall

I’ll hold on to your hand when you’re feeling so low (down)

And see you stand proud as your mind starts to grow

(Watch that sweet smile turn from a frown)

Verse 4

Can you see me my Baby

You are the light of my life

Your beautiful eyes and the way that you smile

Show me what love is like

Your beautiful eyes and the way that you smile

Show me what love is like

Winter in Moscow

Winter in Moscow is a very cold thing,

Astrally speaking I projected in a dream’

And I found it kind of hard, to project myself back;

But I didn’t mind, I was hopelessly lost.

Speaking a language I had heard but didn’t know,

I found that my tongue was incredibly slow;

My hands did the talking, and we got on fine,

In downtown Vienna where the sun it did shine.

We sat in a Hotel drinking Coffee and Tea,

The waiter had six eyes and studied Tai Chi;

But I as a stranger could not think it odd,

Maybe it helps in his line of work.

So we traveled to Paris, and went to Montmartre,

Near the boulevard St Michel,

And when we were tired we slept by the Seine,

But woke up in our bed again

Walking down Main Street surrounded by a Crowd

I found that the people were incredibly nice,

And I think I’ve found the answer to eternal life:

Go for what you’re going for, and don’t you think twice

So we traveled to Paris, and went to the Louvre,

In the boulevard St Michel,

And when we were tired we slept by the Seine,

But woke up in our bed again

Modern Girl
Sitting here alone and thinking,
Wondering who I should be
Mommy says I'll be a Teacher
Because I've always loved to read

Or maybe I will fly a Spaceship
And see another Galaxy
I'm wondering about my future
I'm wondering who I will be

Lead Break

Sitting here alone and watching
Waiting for a single sign
Taking One small step for Man
One giant leap for all Mankind

I really think that I can do it
I really really want to try
I know that if I work my hardest
That I can blast off into open sky

Chorus
I know you say that I should do my homework
I know you say that I should clean my room
But if I'm going to be an Astronaut
I've got to get there soon
I've got to get there soon
I've got to find the moon

Lead Break

I wonder what a spaceship feels like?
I'm wondering if I will be.
An Astronaut who will discover,
The secrets of the Galaxy.

Chorus
I know you say that I should do my homework
I know you say that I should clean my room
But if I'm going to be an Astronaut
I've got to get there soon
I know you say that I should do my homework
I know you say that I should clean my room
But if I'm going to be an Astronaut
I've got to get there soon
I've got to get there soon

Mr. Sackett the Sock Man

Verse 1

My name is Mr. Sackett I’m the sock man

I’m hired by your Mom and Dad you see

My desire, is to make your house smell free

By removing your Brothers socks that are so yucky

Worn for weeks his socks were slightly smelly

A subtle blend of cheddar and of Brie

Every toe was as pure as driven snow

But his socks were at an all time low

The purple socks were slightly less offensive

The green ones had a little tinge of mold

His gray socks used to be a shade of orange

While his black ones were just unbelievably old

His Parents tried to sell his socks on E Bay

Sockists were interested in the sale

The bidding was intense but finally it failed

 Cause The Postman wouldn’t sanitize the mail

E Bay was outraged decided to turn the page

And never let a brother’s sock take center stage

The purple socks were slightly less offensive

The green ones had a little tinge of mold

His gray socks used to be a shade of orange

While his black ones were just unbelievably old

The moral to this tale is quite appealing

Socks are just like kids they all have feelings

The Hamburger Blues.

Got the hamburger blues baby sweet old rhythm and blues

Got the hamburger blues baby sweet old rhythm and blues

Now gimme that sweet burger I’ll put on my dancing shoes

Got a hunger for a burger baby hunger for the French fries too

Got a hunger for a burger baby hunger for the French fries too

Now gimme that sweet burger baby, and I will sing some blues

I got a hunger for a taco baby, hunger for taquitos too

I got a craving for an ice cream baby a yearning for some vindaloo

But all I want is my hamburger sweet hamburger blues

Lead Break

Mustard and Ketchup lettuce and tomato too

I got whole pile of French fries and a touch of bacon too

I just really want a burger baby sweet talking rhythm and blues

Got a hunger for a burger baby hunger for the French fries too

Got a hunger for a burger baby hunger for the French fries too

Now gimme that sweet burger baby, and I will sing some blues

Summer in New York.

I've seen young men, now taller than me;

First Year College in the land of the free.

They say,"Hey Man, you’ve been a big part of me.

I remember Fire and Rain, in the summer of 83."

I've seen young Girls, who back in 83

 showing signs of wisdom,

And singing Stand by Me.

They were doing the Locomotion,

They lined up one by one.

Little did they know, that their journey had begun?

They were dancing in the aisles singing twist and shout..

Cats in the cradle was the anthem that rang out.

And songs like Pretty Woman, were the flavor of the day,

With Do Wah Diddy Diddy, we sang the night away....

We sang to Kids in Kalamazoo, we told them of our lives.

From New York to Chicago we rode a giant tide.

And we sang to girls with chestnut curls and boys in faded jeans.

And we were celebrating, what life is meant to be.

Waiting in Line

Verse 1

Woke up this morning, feeling kind of blue.

Scratched my head got out of bed, didn’t know what to do.

Took a chance, looked out my door, quiet as a mouse,

Headed fast down the hall, to the smallest room in the house.

Chorus:

Imagine my surprise, couldn’t believe my eyes

The Bathroom queue was a hundred miles

I’m at the end of the line.

I’m at the end of the line

I’m at the end of the line

Verse 2

My sister Jill she needs to chill, she seems to love my pain;

She spends an hour every day driving me insane

My older Bro, he has a fro, it takes forever to dry

All I want is to brush my teeth, but all I do is cry

Chorus:

Imagine my surprise, couldn’t believe my eyes

The Bathroom queue was a hundred miles

I’m at the end of the line.

I’m at the end of the line

I’m at the end of the line

Verse 3

Woke up this morning, feeling pretty cool

My plan in place so I could wash my face, before I go to school.

My brother and sister they are sleeping well, the time is quarter to four

I head on down the hallway, walk through the bathroom door.

Chorus:

Imagine my surprise, I couldn’t believe my eyes

My Dad was standing in the bathroom doorway

Hands on his hips and a smile on his face

He said………..It’s Saturday

No School today. go back to bed it’s Saturday

Pop Culture 

How can I take it seriously?

When I’m laughing so hard inside;

Playing the game can be such a pain

Minding my P’s and Q’s

Plato was right, Socrates too,

Hitler was wrong all the way.

Mussolini linguini, a 10-cent bikini,

Are perversions in a different way?

High-rise and condos and platinum blondes,

Directors who’re still in their teens.

Screaming fanatics and Grandmas in attics,

And a graduate doctor of tricks.

Chorus

 Donald has problems besieged by his fans

While Rosie continues to rail

And Paris is rapidly losing her mind

Reading the junk mags in jail

Plato was right, Socrates too,

Hitler was wrong all the way.

Mussolini linguini, a 10-cent bikini,

Are perversions in a different way?

Chorus

The Vegetable Crowd

I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom told

I swam a mile down the Nile spent days in my strange mind

I flew to the zoo I became a kangaroo

My friend the hippopotamus and I had a pact

His crocodile tears were simply an act. That’s a fact

I knew an alligator that loved to read the paper

Obsessed by pithy trivia he tried to be a man

His wife was somewhat jangled by the pulse of his pacemaker

Discovered that his foible was a literary scam. Thank you Ma’am

Break

Banana sits so silently while the tangerine is loud

Can you pick a lemon from a vegetable crowd?

And does the right to linger apply to every sound

Or is the answer buried and weighed out by the pound. That’s profound

I swam a mile down the Nile spent days in my strange mind

My nights I took a flight in sight to ponder my demise

Am I wrong or am I ever right?

Is today really tomorrow or is yesterday tonight that’s a fright

For every question that is asked there will be more

Time is just the sailboat sent to find the shore

The Fisherman must mend his net, so sounds can take to flight

If we condescend, then do we have the right?

My friend the hippopotamus and I had a pact

His crocodile tears were simply just an act. That’s a fact