On Thursday, October 30, 2014 at 3:29:32 PM UTC-4, frisky...@gmail.com wrote:   
   > On Thursday, September 25, 1997 12:00:00 AM UTC-7, Dick Vandenberg wrote:   
   > > I am searching for lyrics to an old Boy Scout song.  Some of the lyrics   
   that   
   > > are known are:   
   > >   
   > > Oh me, Oh my, he was the thinnest man   
   > > Thin as the soup in the boarding house, and the skin of a soft-shelled clam   
   > > He fell through the hole in the seat of his pants and choked himself to   
   > > death   
   > > Sitting one night in the boarding house, the light was burning dimly   
   > > A mosquito grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up the chimmey   
   > >   
   > > Any help w/b appreciated.   
   > > DickoV@nospam.email.msn.com   remove the nospam.   
   >   
   > I remember the song from my childhood--here are the lyrics my mother taught:   
   > Oh me, oh my there was the thinnest man   
   > thin as the glue on a postage stamp or the skin of a soft shell clam   
   > oh me oh my   
   > one day he lost his breath   
   > he fell through the hole in the seat of his pants   
   > and he choked himself to death.   
      
   Here are the lyrics as I learned them off a folk album (old timey singer from   
   Maine, can't recall the name):   
      
   The thinnest man I ever knew   
   Lived over in Hoboken,   
   And if I were to tell you how thin he was,   
   You'd think that I was jokin'.   
      
   He was as thin as a postage stamp,   
   Or the skin of a new potater.   
   For exercise he'd take a ride   
   Through the holes of nutmeg grater.   
      
     Oh me, oh my, he was the thinnest man,   
     Thin as the soup in the boarding house,   
     Or the skin of a soft-shelled clam   
      
   He'd never go out on a stormy night,   
   He'd never go out alone,   
   For fear that some poor hungry dog   
   Would take him for a bone.   
      
   While lying by the fire one night,   
   The lamp was a-burnin' dimly,   
   A bedbug grabbed him by the hair   
   And yanked him up the chimbley.   
      
     Oh me, oh my, he almost lost his breath,   
     Fell through a hole in the seat of his pants,   
     And choked himself to death.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)