Scout Camp

. . . 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.

 

CHORUS:

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