Grabby the Crabby

FISHERMAN:

Grabby the Crabby’s a southern crab they say,

‘Cause Grabby the Crabby hails from the Great South Bay.

He couldn’t play his fiddle cause his fiddle was a claw.

But he square danced with my toes, the best you ever saw!

And he wouldn’t let go.

He wouldn’t let go.

He wouldn’t let go.

Whoa! Whoa!  Whoa!

Until, I shook my …toe!

Grabby the Crabby didn’t own a cowboy hat.

Grabby the Crabby had no boots or things like that.

But if you ask him to dance, he’s a tea cup of polite.

He’ll grab you with his pincers and hold you oh so tight!

And he wouldn’t let go; 

He wouldn’t let go.

He wouldn’t let go.

Whoa! Whoa!  Whoa! 

Until, I shook my hand!

Grabby the Crabby was a hungry crab they say.

He scavenges for food at night and even day.

He grabs it with his pincers. He won’t let it slip.

Unfortunate for me, he grabbed onto my lip.

And he wouldn’t let go,

He wouldn’t let go,

He wouldn’t let go,

Whoa!

Until I shook my wip.

   I said I wook my wip. I said,  “Shake your lips!”

Grabby the Crabby is one of a whole gang.

They scamper here and there. They bite and bump and bang. 

Pranking on their friends; they line up in a line. 

They played a trick on me and latched on my behind!

And he wouldn’t let go, 

He wouldn’t let go,

He wouldn’t let go,

Whoa!  Whoa! Whoa!

Until I shook my…

   Let’s shake everything.  

   Shake your Feet. 

   Shake your Hands.  

   Shake your lips. 

   What else should we shake?  

   I have a crab on my what?  My what?  

   My butt!!!!!!  

   Grabby!