Look at me, I’m a happy camper,
I’ve got problems, but no answers.
Looked for a solution, or absolution,
but could come to no conclusion.
On a sunny day, I pitched a tent,
pretty soon clouds roll in, here comes the rain.
I take it to be a random event,
in the dark and damp, don’t do no good to complain.
A foot of snow fell,
I shoveled and shoveled,until I thought I’d drop.
I had to finish, I couldn’t stop,
I’m a happy camper, can’t you tell?
Now, I’m sore and aching,
I feel like I’m breaking.
Life is just going swell,
I’m feeling so well.
Lost the power, wasn’t any light or heat,
I couldn’t be feeling any more beat.
Had to sit in the cold and dark,
so happy, feel like singing like a lark.
It’s a problem just to get some rest,
there’s nothing I can do or take,
to knock me out, I’m still awake.
I cleaned out the medicine chest,
counting sheep, I could count the entire flock.
I’d still be looking at the clock.
I’m a happy camper,
nothing like bad news to damper,
a good mood.
There goes the attitude
I’m not cut out for camping I suppose,
I’m open for suggestions, what do you purpose?
Every day people scurry and scamper,
in a hurry to arrive.
They’re not happy in the confusion and the clamor,
doing what they have to do to survive.
I’m going to catch a tramper,
bound for an exotic locale.
I’m going to be one happy camper,
as soon as that ship sets sail.