Double Bunking
I heard this sad song-oh
In the Orongorongo:
"There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me."
I said to the vocalist,
"Oh, why do you so insist,
'There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me'?"
Cho: There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking, double-bunking.
No more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.
He said, "I've had a gutsful
Of tramps where the hut's full.
There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.
I've weakened and lost weight.
I'm nervously prostrate.
There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me."
My tongue's covered with fur too,
And I can't eat my burgoo.
There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me
I'm washed out like a dish rag,
And, I've ruptured my sleeping bag.
There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.
A New Zealand camp song.
Tune,"The More We Are Together."
JD
July01
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!