| Narrowsburg (Sung to Margaritaville) Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' Chip’s back bake Most of the campers are covered in beer It’s Woody’s six-string We’re all waitin’ to sing On Sunday morn’ we’re the F outta here… Waistin' away again in good ol' Narrowsburg Searchin' for my lost coozi of beer Some people claim that there’s a wife here who’ll blame And we know, that it’s all these guys fear... I don't know the reason We stayed there those seasons Nothin' to show but toilets of poo But Landers’ a beauty Showers without doodie But how we got here I haven't a clue... Waistin’ away again in good ol’ Narrowsburg Searchin for the way out of my tent Some people claim that there’s a wife here who’ll blame And I know, I just walked threw the vent… I blew out a loud fart Stepped in a pop-tart Cut my heel climbing off lunch rock today But there's booze in the bladder These boats got no ladder A few miles to go I guess I’ll hang on… Waistin’ away again in good ol’ Narrowsburg Searchin’ for the best way to Yetters Some people claim that there’s a wife here who’ll blame And we know, she’s the one with the purse Or some people claim that Scarangella’s to blame But we know it's our own damn fault. |
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