| Chapter 4 You gotta sing when the Spirit says sing |
| A Song From the Heart I wrote a song about camp, for camp. It has it's own little tune so for now you can only read the words. Hope you all enjoy. How could I say good bye good bye to all the fun times we had All the times that made us laugh and filled us up with joy How could I stand here and let this all go I'm helpless now to fate So tell me how could I say good bye good bye to all the fun times we had All the times that made us laugh and filled us up with joy How could I say good bye without any tears How could all this pain come at once I can feel it now deep in my heart You want to know how could you say good bye good bye to all the fun times we had all the times that made us laugh and filled us up with joy Now everyday I'd wish that it wouldn't take to long for us to come again A time to shine a time to remember and another time we'll figure out How to say good bye good bye to all the fun times we had The times that made us laugh and filled us up with joy I guess we'll help eachother say good bye ~MUNKeY CIT Parodies: Oops...I Crapped My Pants (Parody of Oops...I Did It Again by Britney Spears) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oops...I think I did it again I let a pant-stain become my best friend. Oh poo poo, If I smell like the runs, It problaly means, that I'm way done. But to loosen all my stools That is just so typically me Poo poo, oh You see my problem is this I can't hold it in, So I need a Depends Oh poo poo I cry when I awake To find that I'm covered in my own waste. But to loosen all my stools That is just so typically me Poo poo, oh Oops...I crapped in my pants I made a skid mark, I can't control my constipatenance. Oh poo poo, poo poo A Girl Named Hickory (Parody of Lucky by Britney Spears) This is a story about a girl named Hickory Early mornin' She wakes up In a puddle of her own droopy drawers. It's time to change them, Their starting to rot. Because their saggin' all the way to the floor. Uh huh Isn't she nasty? This pant-crapping loser. And they say.. She's so yucky. She is gross. Cause she crap, crap, craps In her pants. If she's old enough, to be a camp counsler Then, why does she crap in her pants? Lost in her suage, Lost in her pee And no one wants to fish her out. And she keeps on pissin' And she's always missin' The toliet, which is why she wears Depends Uh, huh Isn't she disguisting This bed-wetting 'camper'? And they say... She's so yucky She is gross Cause she crap, crap, craps In her pants And the winner is, HIckory! IIIIII Oshkoshlingo (Parody of some random camp song) Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Es a cora Powedered Suga, WHOOSH! Es a cora Powedered Suga, WHOOSH! Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Es a cora Trails End, WAZZUP? Es a cora Trails End, WAZZUP? Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Es a cora Camp Director, Natural Es a cora Camp Director, Natural Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Es a cora Peanut Budda, THT! Es a cora Peanut Budda, THT! Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Es a cora my authoriti, HA HA HA Es a cora my authoriti, HA HA HA Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Es a cora in the shower, BRR Es a cora in the shower, BRR Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Es a cora whole experience, WHOOPS! Es a cora whole experience, WHOOPS! Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Es a cora Where's the memory books, Zoey's cheap! Es a cora Where's the memory books, Zoey's cheap! Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo Oshkoshlingo, Oshkoshlingo Heylo, Hilo, Heylo lo What's In the Middle (Parody of Right Stuff by New Kids On The Block) OH, OH, OHHH, OH, OH WE-oh What's in the middle? The CIT's First time I was a camper, It really was a blast. But those years blew right by me Out the window fast. You could see it when I walk, You can tell the way I talk. I was no longer a camper, But ready to be join the flock. We are the white stuff, baby In in the middle of an oreo. The white stuff We are the white stuff, baby. In the middle of the oreo. The white stuff. The second time was a sweet time, All the priveleges. Being a councler was really fun, We got to sit on the benches. But it was confusing Not knowing what to do. Which way are we supposed to swing? Our options were so few. We are the swingers, yeah baby We go from side to side, yeah Of the gate We are the swingers, yeah baby Give us a push and we'll fly Off the gate. The swingers! Zoey's broken a million or two, in her life, many gates have gone down. Her hinges are rotted clear through, she no longer swings, but we do. Oh,Oh, Ohh, Oh, OH we-oh What's in the middle? The CIT's ~The CIT's: North Star, Ashes, Mystic, Nirvana, Twink, Strawberry, SheRa, TinkerBell, Wonder Woman |
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