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| The Tune: (On Top of Old Smokey) | |
| Lyrics: | At camp with the Boy Scouts, they gave us a drink. We thought it was kool-aid because it was pink. But the thing that they gave us would gross out a moose, for that great-tasting pink drink was really bug juice. It looked fresh and fruity like tasty kool-aid but the bugs that were in it were murdered with raid. We drank it by gallons. We drank it by tons. But, then the next morning we all had the runs. So if you drink bug juice and a fly drives you mad he's just getting even because you swallowed his dad. |
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