Lyrics
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 Man
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 stand it!
Kamp Krusty!
Lets burn it
Kamp Krusty!
Lets fry it