HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH (A LETTER FROM CAMP)
Words by Allan Sherman and Lou Busch; tune, Amilcare Ponchielli's “Dance of the Hours”
As recorded by Allan Sherman, 1963.

Hello, Muddah; hello, Fadduh.
Here I am at Camp Granada,
Camp is very entertaining,
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.

I went hiking with Joe Spivy.
He developed poison ivy.
You remember Leonard Skinner?
He got ptomaine pois'ning last night after dinner.

All the couns'lors hate the waiters,
And the lake has alligators,
And the head coach wants no sissies,
So he reads to us from something called "Ulysses."

Now I don't want this should scare ya,
But my bunkmate has malaria.
You remember Jeffrey Hardy?
They're about to organize a searching party.

Take me home, oh Muddah, Fadduh,
Take me home; I hate Granada.
Don't leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear.
Take me home; I promise I will not make noise,
Or mess the house with other boys.
Oh please dont make me stay.
I've been here one whole day.

Dearest Fadduh, darling Muddah,
How's my precious little bruddah?
Let me come home if you miss me.
I will even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.

Wait a minute; it's stopped hailing.
Guys are swimming; guys are sailing.
Playing baseball, gee that's bettah!
Muddah, Fadduh, kindly disregard this lettah!