Porcelain Pot (Tune: Home on the Range) Oh give me a spot, on a porcelain pot Where the water runs tidey bowl blue With electricity, and cable TV And I will go camping with you Chorus: I’m not Daniel Boon, I don’t wanna sleep under the moon. Or cook on a stick, or wrestle a tick, or pitch a tent in a monsoon. As I lay here at night and I scratch every bite, Pick ashes and twigs from my stew (ewe) I look down at my toes, and I ask as they froze Why do I go camping with you? Chorus As I leave these tall oaks, and go back to my folks, And you know that I’ve missed them a lot (not) But after a week, the first think I seek Is that shiny white porcelain pot. Chorus