DOUBLE BUNKING

I heard this sad song-oh
In the Orongorongo:
"There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me."
I said to the vocalist,
"Oh, why do you so insist,
'There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me'?"

Cho: There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking, double-bunking.
No more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.

He said, "I've had a gutsful
Of tramps where the hut's full.
There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.
I've weakened and lost weight.
I'm nervously prostrate.
There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me."

My tongue's covered with fur too,
And I can't eat my burgoo.
There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me
I'm washed out like a dish rag,
And, I've ruptured my sleeping bag.
There'll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.

A New Zealand camp song.
Tune,"The More We Are Together."
filename[ DOUBBUNK
JD
July01
mudcat.org

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