On Wednesday, March 16, 2016 at 10:13:04 PM UTC-4, davehe...@gmail.com wrote:   
   > 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.   
      
   Found it on the internet: that version was adapted and sung by Joe Hickerson,   
   along with other olde authentic down-east songs like "Good Fish Chowder".  Buy   
   his album, all good sing-along tunes.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)