Counselor:All right, you balls of pan drippings!
I wanna see Crisco coming outta those pores!
We're not leaving until this Christmas HAM gives me a pull-up!
Campers:Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty,
By the shores of Big Snake Lake.
Though your swings are rusty,
We know they'll never break.
Kearney:LOUDER! FASTER!
Campers:From your gleaming mess hall
To your hallowed baseball field
To your spic 'n' spam infirmary
Where all our wounds are healed.
Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty,
Below Mt. Avalanche.
We will always love Kamp Krusty...
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