Boy Scout Camp
The busses that you ride in, they say are mighty fine, But when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind. Chorus Oh, I don’t want to go to Boy/Girl Scout Camp. Gee, Mom, I want to go, but they won’t let me go; Gee, Mom, I want to go home. The leaders that they have here, they say are mighty fine, But when you get up closer, they look like Frankenstein. The first aid that they give you, they say is mighty fine, But if you cut your finger, you’re left with only nine. The water that they have here they say is mighty fine, But when you try to drink it, it tastes like turpentine. The biscuits that they serve you, they say are mighty fine, But one rolled off the table and killed a friend of mine. The spaghetti that they serve you, they say is mighty fine They rinse it the toilet and drain it on the line. The pop that they serve you, they say is mighty fine It’s good for cuts and bruises and tastes like iodine. The tents/cabins that you sleep in, they say are mighty fine, But whoever said this has never slept in mine. The toilets that they have here are the best that they can get, Last night my tent mate had to go, they haven’t found him yet.
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