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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 |
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