10
Mar,2012
Camp’s been good to me so far.

in Songs, Witterings by Adrian

The idea for this one came to me in the car yesterday morning when ‘Life’s been good to me so far’ came on the player.
So obviously sung to the tune of  ‘Life’s been good to me so far’.

I have a big tent, I forget the price
Ain’t never been home, they tell me it’s nice
I live in tents, no need for walls
I have mobile coverage for my calls

They say I’m crazy but I have a good time
I’m just looking for views
and this one is real fine
Camp’s been good to me so far

My camper van does 55
I take it easy when out for drive
I have a fridge stocked in the back
I will find my way down this dirt track

I’m lighting the fire, my friends they can’t wait
They send me texts tell me I’m great
So I got me a fire, marshmallows on a stall
Just leave a message maybe I’ll call

Lucky I’m sane after all I’ve been through
Everybody says I’m cool (He’s cool)
I can’t complain but sometimes I still do
Camp’s been good to me so far

I go to camp fires sometimes until four
It’s hard to leave even when there’s no door
It’s tough to handle this relax and rest
Camping’s so different, outdoors is best

They say I’m lazy but it takes all my time
Everybody says Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
I keep on going guess you’ll never know why
Camp’s been good to me so far

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Twigs For Burnin’ You Fire

in Songs, Witterings by Adrian

A song for a fire on a cold night ?

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Tonight I wanna feel it all  from you

In the darkness

There’s little I wanna do

And tonight I wanna sit and rest my feet

‘Cause fire, I was making you

And fire, you were made for me

I got twigs for burnin’ you fire

You were made for warmin’ me

And I can’t get enough of you fire

Can you burn up all my tree

Tonight I wanna see it in your flames

Feel the magic

Fire’s something that drives me wild

And tonight we’re gonna make and heat my stew

‘Cause fire, you were made for me

And fire I was making you

I got twigs for burnin’ you fire

You were made for warmin’ me

And I can’t get enough of you fire

Can you now warm up my tea

I was made for burnin’ you fire

You were made for warmin’ me

And I can give it all to you fire

Can you burn it all for me

Oh, can’t get enough, oh, oh

I can’t get enough, oh, oh

I can’t get enough

Yeah, ha

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do

I got logs for burnin’ you fire

You were made for warmin’ me

And I can’t get enough of you fire

Can you warm enough of me

Oh, I got twigs, you were made

I can’t get enough

No, I can’t get enough

I got twigs for burnin’ you fire

You were made for warmin’ me

And I can’t get enough of you fire

Can you warm enough of me

I got wood for burnin’ you fire

You were made for warmin’ me

And I can give it all to you fire

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Can I Play With Matches?

in Songs, Witterings by Adrian

Sung by a Beaver…

Can I play with matches?

Give me the sense to wonder

To wonder if I’m good

Give me the sense of wonder

To know I can light wood

Give me the strength to hold my hand still

Sit back on the floor

Don’t need to flee or put-out this fire

Gonna break down the walls

Break out and burn this door

Can I play with matches?

The Leader stared at my hands so small

Can I play with matches?

There’s no parent here at all

Can I play with matches?

The Leader looked and he laughed at me

Can I play with matches?

He said, “You’re here on camp to be, yeah”

He said that you’re here to be, yeah

I screamed aloud to the old man

I said, “Don’t lie, don’t say, I can’t play”

I say, “You play with these matches

At this fire and the next.”

Oh and then he fixed me with a smiling glance

And the knowing beamed in his eyes

He said “Do you wanna know the truth

I’ll tell you the truth”

You’re now gonna burn some twigs in your own fire

Can I play with matches?

The Leader stared at my hands so small

Can I play with matches?

There’s no parent here at all

Can I play with matches?

The Leader looked and he laughed at me

Can I play with matches?

He said, “You’re here on camp to be”

Can I play with matches?

The Leader stared at my hands so small

Can I play with matches?

There’s no parent here at all

Can I play with matches?

The Leader looked and he laughed at me

Can I play with matches?

He said, “You’re here on camp to be”

I CAN play with matches!

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Firestarter

in Songs, Witterings by Adrian

I’m the camp fire starter, flaming instigator.

I’m the fire addicted and backwood proficient.

I’m a firestarter, district firestarter,

You’re the firestarter, district firestarter.

I’m a firestarter, district firestarter,

I’m the backwood teacher, fire infactuated.

Help cook the food you tasted, greatly appetizing

I’m a firestarter, district firestarter,

You’re the firestarter, district firestarter.

I’m the self instructed, fire animator.

Yeah, I’m the one invested district detonator.

I’m a firestarter, district firestarter,

You’re the firestarter, district firestarter.

I’m a firestarter, district firestarter,

Starter… starter… starter…

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Johnny Be Well

in Songs, Witterings by Adrian

Deep down in Slip End close to the sports ground

An  accident prone leader can often  be found

Here was a boy that played ball and tripped and fell

We hope the country boy named Johnny be well

He’s the most accident prone leader to be found

Manages to hurt himself just by a sittin’ around

Chorus:

Oh, oh, oh Johnny oh oh

Oh Johnny oh oh

Oh Johnny oh oh

Oh Johnny oh oh

Johnny be well

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