Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty By the shores of Big Snake Lake Though your swings are rusty We know they'll never break From your gleaming mess hall To your hallowed baseball field And your spic 'n' span infirmary Where all our wounds are healed Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty Below Mt. Avalanche We will always love Kamp Krusty
Let's rock this party! Come on, Otto Mann!
Yaah! Heh-heh-heh! Yeah! Woah! Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty I'm the transportation dude I got the gig when they saw my sign It said, "I will work for food! " So, hail! Yeah, hail! Alright, hail! Take it away, Lisa
Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty With your frequent moose attacks There are skunks in half the bunks But at least I've got my sax And I'd like to play
Okay, Martin, dazzle 'em
A pox on thee, Kamp Krusty! I came here to lose weight! O fate most cruel, they fed me gruel And stuff that looks like bait
And a pox on thee, Clown Krusty! Your behavior gives us pause Your heart is hard, you have no regard For the state's child labor laws! A pox on thee, Kamp Krusty! We are yearning to be free! We will ne'er return to Krusty!
Aw, put a lid on it, Martin, let's rock this camp!