. . . Scout Camp . . . Scout Camp
The busses that you ride in, they say are mighty fine,
But when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind.
Oh, I don’t want to go to . . . 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 cocoa that they serve you, they say is mighty fine
It’s good for cuts and bruises and tastes like iodine
The tents 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