Camp Out Party
Camp Out Party
Just the Bare Necessities
Words & Music: Gaille Heidemann
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To pack for camping, there's just two rules
Do we need it? Is it cool?
Here's the stuff that we really need
Just the bare necessities
Hunters dress like Mata Hari
You're going camping, not on a safari
Lederhosen, a pickax and socks
For climbing the Alps
We'll been climbing up rocks

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You've got to be kidding
It's a real necessity
Not. Hairdryers need electricity
And what's this?
Frozen dinner. This one's my fav.
And where are you going to find a microwave?

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What now? An outfit to wear in case of danger
I'm just a camper, not a park ranger
No more jokes, it's understood
We can be comfy and still look good

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Come On
Words & Music: Gloria Kaye

Just like a hound dog snooping 'round
We're keeping our noses close to the ground. Yeah!
Just like a dog scratching at a flea
Can sit, still it would be agony

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Let me show you rocks and rainbows, everything in between
Mighty waterfalls, furry animals, underneath the evergreens
So come on come on, come on come on,
Come see nature's masterpiece.
(chorus 1) Can you feel its majesty?
(chorus 2)The beauty and it's mystery
So come on come on, come on
Come on come on, come on
You can take a hike, or catch a pike
Can think of nothing there's here to dislike
Splish splash, hard to keep dry
Almost caught me a sock eye

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So come on come on, yeah!
Come on come on
Come see nature's masterpiece.
Can you feel its majesty?
So come on come on, come on.
Come on come on, come on.
So come on come on, come on

Critters
Words & Music: Gloria Kaye

Those annoying little things (annoying little things)
That grab your attention (grab your attention)
By crawling into places,
I wouldn't want to mention

They should be taught some manners (taught some manners)
Despite their height (You're right!)
They shouldn't take what isn't theirs
And it's impolite to fight

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Critters on my crackers
Bugs on my baloney
(chorus 1)Oh my gosh here comes a bumblebee
(chorus 2) Oh my gosh here comes a big bumblebee
Those little things make your stomach grumble
Make it wanna fumble, tip and tumble
Fleas in the flour
Stinkbugs in my sweet and sour
Ants in my pants
And that bumblebee was bigger than an elephant

Insignificant little things (insignificant)
When they're on their own (on their own)
But put them in a squadron
They'll eat you to the bone
Delicious little things (yum yum yum)
You shouldn't knock it (you really shouldn't knock it)
Cause you know they taste best
When dipped in chocolate

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I swear it was this big!

Critters on my crackers
Bugs on my baloney
Oh my gosh here comes a bigger bumblebee
Those little things make your stomach grumble
Make it wanna fumble, tip and tumble
Critters on my crackers
Bugs on my baloney
O Oh!
Fleas, flies, beatles, bugs, maggots, mice, spiders, slugs
Critters, critters, critters
On my crackers

Raptor in the Woods
Words & Music: Gaille Heidemann

Did you hear that did you hear it?
Yikes! I think it's over there.
It's a monster. It's the wind.
Does the wind have lots of hair?
Can a dinosaur be hairy?
Stop! We'll never get some sleep.
It's the wind, there's nothing scary.
Look! A prehistoric sheep!

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Is that a raptor in the woods
The Loch Ness Monster swimming by
Something's made off with our goods
That must be Bigfoot just outside
Wait! There's a simple explanation.
It's just our imagination.
Things that scare us in the night.
Just seem funny when it's light.
Right? Right. Right. Right.
Goodnight. Goodnight. Goodnight.

Did you see that did you see it?
Giant shadows in the trees
It's a wombat. What's a wombat?
No, I think it's killer bees
No it's worse. It's from the iceage
Something time has left behind
It's a giant pterodactyl, with a little puny mind

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You guys, you've heard my explanation,
It's just our imagination.
Who's around and hold me tight.
Just don't let the bedbugs bite
Right? Right. Right. Right. Goodnight.

But if I don't make it, give my goldfish to my twin.
I don't want your goldfish.
But you're my next of kin.
Sometimes you can't win.

Wait! I know the explanation.
It's not imagination.
Arm yourself it's time to fight
or let's book ourselves a flight
Right? Right. Right? Right. Right? Right. Right?

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