I go to Camp Kahagon pity me—there's not a boy in the vicinity. And every night at nine they lock the doors. I don't know why the hell I ever came before. I'm gonna pack my bags and homeward bound. I'm going to turn this damn camp upside down. I'm gonna smoke and drink, and neck and peck—and what the heck. The hell with Kahagon boyyyys.
Here we sit writing letter after letter to the boys in the city who are really so much better than the boys up here who are really pretty shitty; oh please take me back to the boys in the city.
104—pounds of bore—Is this what we came here for—. da da da da— Get a load of Camp Kahagon boyyys. Well, speaking of those, conceited schmos; 4 foot 4 and heaven knows— da da da da Get a load of Camp Kahagon boys. They think that they can have us girls. Well they think too much. Speaking of those, conceited schmos; 4 foot 4 and heaven knows— da da da da Get a load of Camp Kahagon boys.
Cheer boys cheer, Kahagon's burning down. Cheer boys cheer, it's burning to the ground. Cheer boys cheer, Kahagon's burning down. There'll be a hot time in the 'ole camp tonight—Fire Fire Fire Late last night—while we were all in bed— ______ and ______ were necking in the shed. Along came Bert, and this is what he said— There'll be a hot time in the 'ole camp tonight—. REPEAT
