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Song Parodies -> "Camping's Crazy"
Original Song Title:
"Camptown Races"
Original Performer:
Stephen Foster
Parody Song Title:
"Camping's Crazy"
Parody Written by:
John A. Barry
The Lyrics
That Camping’s crazy—like a fox.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
That Camping’s taken in his flocks.
Rapture’s this day.
Gonna get it right
One of these damn days.
He’ll get your money, yeah, he’ll rob your swag
If you’re enough in a daze.
In ’94, world would be caved in.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
The bad stay home with a bucketful of sin.
Rapture’s that day.
Gonna get it right
One of these damn days.
He’ll get your money, yeah, he’ll rob your swag;
Still, on his network he brays.
The tall tales silly that he gets across.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
Those who believe got a financial loss—
Swag’s gone away.
Gonna be in plight
If you’re in a daze.
He’ll get your money, yeah, he’ll rob your swag
As he brays ’bout end of days.
Leads-blind boss trickin’ ’em with tales he told.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
They give up their dough so he’s bankrolled. . .
To bank each day.
Gonna be alright
’cause he’s got his ways
To get your money, yeah to rob your swag,
Braying about end of days,
Which he exclaims now are right on track.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
For 10/21; still enough wack
Jobs who’ll still pay. . .
. . .Attention at night
. . .Money every day.
He’ll get that money, yeah, he’ll rob that swag,
Leaving you in a bad way.
You’ll fly away up into the stars.
Rap-ture, rap-ture,
That is, if you come from planet Mars—
Head ain’t on straight.
Waitin’ to take flight
At the end of days.
It’s in the funny farm you should be bagged
Till you’re brought out of your daze.
They’ll be plyin’ you with thorazine.
Rap-ture, rap-ture
You’ll be feelin’ in your bean. . .
Be freed one day
Gonna be alright,
You take every day
The prescribed drugs freeing you from tale wags
Of Camping and such who bray.
Then keep your money from con men who’d bag
(Cap-ture, cap-ture)
It for the con jobs that make sane folks gag
And turn away.
Gonna be alright
Post-October day
The scamming Camping most recently tagged
As the end—still on he brays.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
That Camping’s taken in his flocks.
Rapture’s this day.
Gonna get it right
One of these damn days.
He’ll get your money, yeah, he’ll rob your swag
If you’re enough in a daze.
In ’94, world would be caved in.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
The bad stay home with a bucketful of sin.
Rapture’s that day.
Gonna get it right
One of these damn days.
He’ll get your money, yeah, he’ll rob your swag;
Still, on his network he brays.
The tall tales silly that he gets across.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
Those who believe got a financial loss—
Swag’s gone away.
Gonna be in plight
If you’re in a daze.
He’ll get your money, yeah, he’ll rob your swag
As he brays ’bout end of days.
Leads-blind boss trickin’ ’em with tales he told.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
They give up their dough so he’s bankrolled. . .
To bank each day.
Gonna be alright
’cause he’s got his ways
To get your money, yeah to rob your swag,
Braying about end of days,
Which he exclaims now are right on track.
Rap-ture, rap-ture.
For 10/21; still enough wack
Jobs who’ll still pay. . .
. . .Attention at night
. . .Money every day.
He’ll get that money, yeah, he’ll rob that swag,
Leaving you in a bad way.
You’ll fly away up into the stars.
Rap-ture, rap-ture,
That is, if you come from planet Mars—
Head ain’t on straight.
Waitin’ to take flight
At the end of days.
It’s in the funny farm you should be bagged
Till you’re brought out of your daze.
They’ll be plyin’ you with thorazine.
Rap-ture, rap-ture
You’ll be feelin’ in your bean. . .
Be freed one day
Gonna be alright,
You take every day
The prescribed drugs freeing you from tale wags
Of Camping and such who bray.
Then keep your money from con men who’d bag
(Cap-ture, cap-ture)
It for the con jobs that make sane folks gag
And turn away.
Gonna be alright
Post-October day
The scamming Camping most recently tagged
As the end—still on he brays.
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Three 5's singing this parody around a campfire, excellent work! :-)
One of my faves of the day. May I be so bold as to add an additional verse?
No?
Too late:
To others brazen like that dude
Rap-ture rap-ture
God's up there thumbing nose at you
"Not your domain
It is My domain
You're a tad insane
No mortals, angels will know about my plan
You dolts, who cause Me the pain."
No?
Too late:
To others brazen like that dude
Rap-ture rap-ture
God's up there thumbing nose at you
"Not your domain
It is My domain
You're a tad insane
No mortals, angels will know about my plan
You dolts, who cause Me the pain."
Thanks, JIN. Add away, Warren.
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