I came to this site, hoping…
I came to this site, hoping to find the first line to a verse — someone typed it here, but the first line is still missing.
?? something-something-something-something ??
I met my boyfriend at the candy store.
He bought me ice-cream, he bought me cake,
he brought me home with a belly-ache.
Mamma, Mamma, I’m so sick.
Call the doctor – quick, quick, quick.
Doctor, Doctor, will I die?
Count to five and you’ll be alive.
1-2-3-4-5. I’m alive.
6-7-8-9-10. I’m dead again.
But the missing first line is driving me crazy.
Here’s a game we’d play where you would do these things actions to another person (on the back, or head, or whatever) and try to almost hypnotize them.
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate on what I’m saying.
People are dying, little boys are crying, concentrate. Concentrate on what I’m saying.
Crack an egg on your head and let the yolk spill down, let the yolk spill down, let the yolk spill down.
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate on what I’m saying.
People are dying….
Stick a knife in your back and let the blood run down, let the blood run down, let the blood run down.
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate on what I’m saying.
People are dying….
There were other versus too — but at the end you would sing:
Put a rope around your neck and pull it, pull it. And, if the person was truly concentrating through the whole thing, they would subconsciously lean back when you were pretending to pull the rope.
Now that I think about it — it’s a really morbid game.