Lyrics
Campers: Hail to thee Kamp Krusty
By the shores of Big Snake Lake.
Though your swings are rusty,
We know they'll never break.
From your gleaming mess hall,
To your hallowed baseball field,
And your spick and span infirmary,
Where all our wounds are healed.
Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty,
Below Mount Avalanche.
We will always love Kamp Krusty.

Bart: Lets rock this party, come on Otto Man!
Otto: Yaaaaaaah, hehehe, yeah, Whooh,
Hail to thee Kamp Krusty,
I'm the transportation dude
I got the gig when they saw my sign.
It said: "I will work for food."
So, hail
Yeah hail, alright hail, take 'em away 'lil Lisa.

Lisa: Hail to thee Kamp Krusty,
With your frequent moose attacks
There are skunks, in half the bunks
But at least I've got my sax.
And I like to play.
OK, Martin, dazzle 'em.

Martin: A pox on thee Kamp Krusty,
I came here to lose weight,
A fate most cruel, they fed me gruel
And stuff that looks like bait
Oh, and pox of thee Clown Krusty,
Your behavior gives us pause.
Your heart is hard, you have no regard
For the state's child labour laws.
A pox on thee Kamp Krusty.
We are yearning to be free
We will ner return to Krusty

Bart: Ah, put a lid on it, Martin, lets rock this camp.
I hate it!
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Can stand it!
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Lets burn it
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Lets fry it
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Don't try it
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Electrocute it
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Lets do it!
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Annihilate it!
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Regurgigate it!
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Refute it!
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Then boot it!
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: I hate it!
Campers: Kamp Krusty!
Bart: Can't stand it
Campers: Disband it!