Out to the car With everything we own Off to go camping Then bring it all home Sitting on the boat The fish take a spill Cleaning up the mess Was not Daddy's thrill A storm came up Our tent tumbled in the lake Sleeping bags full of sand For Heaven sake Sleeping in the tent Ants came in There's one, there's one You tromp my finger with this silly grin Everybody sleeping It was the middle of the night One sick kid wakes us all With a terrible fright Sitting round the camp fire To keep us warm Have to hit the tent Or drown from the storm Let's go fishing Daddy Bait my hook I say bait mine too honey He gives me "that" look Playing in the sand Swimming in the lake We all looked like lobsters The way we were baked Cooking hot dogs on sticks And marshmallows too It was all so fun There was so much to do All those years Come clearly to my mind What are we gonna do this weekend Camping, camping The funnest weekends of any kind Written by: S. Matheson 4/1/2002 |
