Here's a Jon Campbell lyric could as easily apply (mostly) to any campground
WINNEBECOME WINEBAGO
I Every summer they flock to the beaches and the docks.
They got brown nylon sandals and black nylon socks.
The got a red peeling nose and synthetic clothes
And from June to September, it's anything goes

Where's my "flip flops" where's the gift shop?

ARE YOU FEELING SAD?

Winnebacome, winnebago,
Clamcakes and chowder and "Stuffies" to go.

There's a slick on the bay of "Bain de Soleil"
and Labor Day Weekend is light years away.

II They're out fishing for "Flats" (flatfish-flounders) wearing "Budweiser" hats,
They've got a new "Boston Whaler" with a cooler in the back
They go out for a spin, all loaded on gin
Get stuck hard aground 'till the tide comes back in.

There'll be gridlock at the town dock

\ARE YOU FEELIN' SAD

It's Winnebacome, winnebago, no place to park anyplace that you go
There's a squid in the sink, the T.V.'s on the blink.
There's a bucket of crabs that's beginning to stink.

When the flea bites, jellyfish sting

ARE YOU FEELING SAD?

See a mobster eat a lobster
ARE YOU FEELING SAD ?

III They got sand in their eyes and a burn on their thighs
The last tuna "Grinder" (Rhode Islandese for "hero sandwich") is covered with flies.
So let's count license plates from the midwestern states
After Labor Day weekend, things will get straight.