In a field near town by the old playground lived a red mare.
One day word spread that the horse lay dead on the grass there.
So little Skeeter and me had to go and see every detail,
To the field we sped and pronounced her dead as a doornail.
And boys will be boys if you know what I mean,
And there was soon to be a dead horse trampoline.
Then I did proclaim it would be a shame not to ride her,
But from the way she laid there was just no way to get astride her,
But then up popped Skeeter with a big idea on the spot there.
He climbed up top and he stared to hop on the old mare,
He was jumping up and down and giggling.
"Yeah, look I'm on a dead horse trampoline,"
So I hopped up on and started to sing"¦
hey Lolly, lolly dead horse trampoline
Giddee up boing boing, giddee up boing boing, giddee up boing
Giddee up boing boing, giddee up boing boing, giddee up boing
Well she swelled so big and she smelled so bad,
I couldn't look her in the face 'cause it made me sad.
So I just jumped higher, tried to have a good time,
You cry your way and I'll cry mine.
But then along came Joe and he said, "you know I'm the bossy,
So you can both get down cause it's my turn now, you can watch me,"
Joe, he jumped so high he let out a cry, "yippee yahoo."
But the mare was so decayed that her ribs gave way- Joe fell straight through.
That's what he gets for being so mean,
He was a victim of a dead horse trampoline.
She was such a pretty filly in a field of green,
And then she was a dead horse trampoline.
Sorry, sorry dead horse trampoline.