Skinna Marinky Dinky Do

by Madeline Laughs
Squat outhouse (i.e. without seat) in Poland

Image via Wikipedia

I wanted to write about childhood songs. I was remembering some of the songs we would sing in school like Ring Around the Rosies and Skinnymarinkydinkydo. There was one song I used to hear often when I was with my cheerleader team, but they never knew all of the words to the song, just the chorus, which went something like, hey, hey Simpson, fatty, fatty two by four! Hey, hey Simpson! We saw you kiss the ugly girl next door! We would all sing that first verse and laugh hysterically because we thought it was funny.

Today I decided to Google the lyrics I knew to see if I could find the whole song. It’s been 35 years, and today I finally know what the song was about. I am so sad about the times I sang along to this and laughed. It’s not a funny song at all. The song is called Simpson and here’s how it goes; 

Hey, hey Simpson
Fatty, fatty two by four
Hey, hey Simpson
We saw you kiss the ugly girl next door.
When I was just eleven
There was a fat boy on our block
His name was Leonard Simpson
And we laughed at him a lot
He wore some bibbed overalls
His old man cut his hair
He wore some high topped army boots
And sleeveless underwear
One day we played a joke on him
And let him join our club
We carved his name into the door
And splattered it with mud
Well, that was 18 years ago
And now I’m twenty nine
Simpson died a while ago
A hero of our time
They say he helped a colored boy
Who was pestered by a gang
They say he helped him get away
And was beaten to death by chains
Funny how the years go by
Success for some
For some great loss
Reminds me of long ago
A man, some blood and a cross.

See? Sad. And so inappropriate. Why do children sing songs like this? Where do we learn them? If we had known the rest of the words to this song, I wonder if we would have thought it was so funny then.

I think I prefer Skinna Marinky Dinky Do.

Skinna Marinky Dinky Dink
Skinna Marinky Do
I love you

Skinna Marinky Dinky Dink
Skinna Marinky Do
I love you

I love you in the morning
and in the afternoon
I love you in the evening
underneath the moon…..

Skinna Marinky Dinky Dink
Skinna Marinky Do
I love you!

And I was especially fond of I’m a Juvenile Delinquent, which I learned to sing at sleep away camp one summer.

Oh, I’m a juvenile delinquent
I roam the streets ’til two a.m.
I drink with all the sailors
And I smoke with all the bums
I wait on the corner ’til my pickup comes
Oh, I’m a juvenile delinquent
And I don’t wanna go home
My mama hates me – I don’t wanna go home
My daddy hates me – I don’t wanna go home
And then there’s grandma, swingin’ on the outhouse door
She lost her nightie, swingin’ on the outhouse door
Now here comes grandpa, swingin’ on the outhouse door
He found her nightie, swingin’ on the outhouse door
He really likes her, swingin’ on the outhouse door
This is the last time, swingin’ on the outhouse door
Ha Ha I fooled ya, swingin’ on the outhouse door
Boom Boom

Most of these songs never had any meaning, but the fact that we knew all the words and could sing them was enough for us to fill the playground with our joyful noise.

As we got older the new challenge was to memorize all the words to pop songs. I still know all the words to almost every song Elton John did in the 70’s, and I also know all the words and can do all the parts of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.

I’m not saying that I sound any better singing them today than I did growing up. I don’t have a singing voice. But it makes me happy to belt out a little tune every now and again that I know the words to. It’s enough for me.

Oh, and Ring Around the Rosies is not about the Black Plague. That’s an urban myth 🙂

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About Madeline Scribes

A writer with a sense of humor. If anyone can laugh at life, it's me.
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One Response to Skinna Marinky Dinky Do

  1. Regyna Longlank says:

    No way. I have told people the plague thing myself. I totally thought that was true, but I just googled it and you are absolutely right, the interpretation is considered baseless by folklorists according to Wikipedia. It seems like most fairy tales and children’s stories are dire and horrid, so it was easy to believe this one was too. I think it is like a warding off of the evil eye. You sing songs about the cradle falling out of a tree so that nothing bad will happen. You say your baby is ugly so the gods will ignore him and let him alone. In many cultures that kind of opposite speak is how you avoid incurring the wrath of the universe by being uppity and full of yourself. Well who knew! Thanks for that, I learned something today LOL

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