John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
That's my name too.
Whenever I go out, the people always shout
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt da da da da da da da!
(repeat forever, softer)
Never could figure out why the Scoutmasters taught us such a nonsensical song.
That warn't me, although I can see why some might think it was, da, da, da, da, da, da...that's how I sing it.
I see Butch Cassidy went to that big Hole in the Wall today. Too bad. He was an interesting dude who gave a lot back.
I met him for about a nano-second in 1958 when my troop directed traffic at a charity bazaar at the Bel Aire Country Club in LA. Joanne Woodward was with him. He drove into the place in a neat two-seater sports car of some kind.
I'll bet the kids at his Hole in the Wall camp sing John Jacob Jingleheimer Smit too. Fun song.