Hail To Thee, Kamp Krusty

Hi, everybody, I'm Krusty, the Klown, Hoohoohahahaha
And I'd like to welcome the parents and all the closest living relative
To Kamp Krusty
On "parents and all the closest living relatives"-day
We're gonna begin by singing the Kamp-Krusty-Song
And then later, as a treat, some of the specially selected campers
(ones who could sing), will sing it in their own special way
Take it away maestro!

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 spick and span infirmary
Where all our wounds are healed
Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty
Below Mount Avalanche
We will always love Kamp Krusty

Lets rock this party, come on Otto Mann
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 'em away 'lil 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 like to play

OK, Martin, dazzle 'em
A pox on thee Kamp Krusty
I came here to lose weight
A fate most cruel, they fed me gruel
And stuff that looks like bait
Oh, and pox of thee Clown Krusty
Your behavior gives us pause
Your heart is hard, you have no regard
For the state's child labour laws
A pox on thee Kamp Krusty
We are uning to be free
We will never return to Kruhusteehee

Ah, put a lid on it, Martin, lets rock this camp
I hate it!
Kamp Krusty!
Can't stand it!
Kamp Krusty!
Lets burn it
Kamp Krusty!
Lets fry it
Kamp Krusty!
Don't try it
Kamp Krusty!
Electrocute it
Kamp Krusty!
Lets do it!
Kamp Krusty!
Annihilate it!
Kamp Krusty!
Regurgigate it!
Kamp Krusty!
Refute it!
Kamp Krusty!
Then boot it!
Kamp Krusty!
I hate it!
Kamp Krusty!
Can't stand it
Kamp Krusty!
Disband it!
Kamp Krusty!

Nur in der Originalversion:
Krusty: Wait, wait! We forgot something
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