Ip Dip dog shit, you are not it....

[youngestisapsycho]

Anyone remember more of the 'you are not it' rhymes from school days in the 80s?
I know we had lots of different ones we used to use, but cant remember what any of them were!

Stoooooppppp! That is the best one yet! Yuk! Yuk! Yuk!

We used to sing 'When Susie was a baby, she used to go like this 'Ga ga ga ga ga ga' etc etc

I’m crying laughing! The boy who lived next door to me sung this. Memory unlocked. How did all us young kids cross the UK know these horrible, nonsensical rhymes?!

Who remembers;

'He said that he loved her but oh how he lied (action demonstrating nose growth) oh how he lied, oh how he lied

He sat on her tombstone and laughed 'til he cried (Ha!Ha!) laughed til he cried, laughed 'til he cried (Ah, Ha)

He went to the funeral just for the ride (beep beep) just for the ride, (beep beep) just for the ride....

And at the end of each line, you'd sing 'um pick a pick, um pick a pick, um pick a pick flick' while demonstrating picking one's nose and flicking the bogey.

Kids are horrible, aren't they?!😆

I am glad someone else did this one, I was starting to think we were the most feral kids around!

Oh my God! Childhood memories totally unlocked! I remember loads of the above, but had totally forgotten yours! I must show my sister. This is fab.

We were incredibly feral at primary school. Think, fights every day between boys and girls, the worst swearing you've ever heard, Alsatians let loose in the playground, and just everything being really politically incorrect. People today would be beside themselves.

Funny then how my secondary school was a total 180, deeply Christian, "you are ladies and you must behave like it when you are going to and from school".

Ip dip,
my blue ship
Sailing on the water
Like a cup and saucer
My mum-says-it-must-not-be-you-so-it-must-be-YOU.

Thanks, I've not thought about that for 40 years.

In 1966, the Queen pulled down her knicks. She licked her bum, and said "Yum yum! It's better than Weetabix!"

We were not Royalists.

Wow, this is literally the first time I've ever heard the sweary version. Obviously growing up in forces married quarters was a sheltered life!

Indeed and that's how they showed at the beginning of "Going out" two girls doing the rhyme and hand slapping.🙂

Do kids still do that sort of thing these days I wonder.

My DDs did 10+ years ago.

Yes I remember that one

My dad taught me this one:
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Two old ladies sat on the lavatory.
They sat there from Friday to Saturday.
What were they doing in there?

My grandmother used to sing this to me, there are more verses 🤣

One lady's name was Elizabeth Carter
She was a terrible farter
She sat down and played Moonlight Sonata and nobody knew she was there.

Icky ocky horse's cocky
Icky ocky out
Turn the dishcloth inside out
If you'd like a piece of jelly please cry out

Ip dip bird shit
You are on it

My mum had this one;

'There was a young man called Trent
Whose dick was incredibly bent
He got into trouble 'cause he stuck it in double and instead of coming he went'.

We did loads - Cici My Playmate, Bow Legged Chicken, one about sitting in a back of a car and boys go "kiss kiss, girls go woo!" and flashing pants at the end. I think those E numbers in Panda Pops probably did have a lot to answer for...

Cici my playmate, I cannot play with you, because I've got the flu, chickenpox and measles too
Slide down the drainpipe, into the Captains cabin
We shall be joyful, forever more more, shut that door, don't come back 'till half past four

The women in my "Oh Dear What Can The Matter Be" we always STUCK in the lavatory. Gave me the fear of being locked in as a kid!

Bow legged chicken seems to be a niche one no one else seems to have heard of (probably for good reason):
I'm a bow legged chicken, I'm a knock-kneed hen,
Never been so unhappy since I don't know when,
I walk with a wiggle and a waggle and a when,
Doing the Chinese wig-wog (!)

Was taught to me by my Chinese friend I hasten to add!

We found out who our friends fancied:

there's a party on the hill would you like to come?
bring your own cup and saucer and your own cream bun
can't afford it
then bring your true love one

name a boy, everyone laughs, then the name is spelled out to find out who is it.

Mary the .aid of the mountain glen amused herself with a fountain pen. The top came off the ink ran wild, and she gave birth to a blue black child.
They called the bastard Steven, they called the bastard Steven cos that was the name of the ink.

Stevens ink.

Op dip dog shit, you are not it, that’s what’s we said at school in Sussex

ippy dippy doo daa it’s not you laa (Liverpool of course!)

I was surprised no one else has wrote it to be honest 😂