I Wanna Take You On A Camping Trip 4-3-92
I wanna take you on a camping trip
On account of 'cause you're totally hip
So what I let my intentions slip
I wanna take you on a camping trip
California, Montana and New Orleans
Just you and me in our sandals and jeans
I like my women frisky and my salads green
I'd like to take you camping, if you know what I mean
We could take off down the road
And never have to make sure the the front yard's mowed
You ain't no princess, and I ain't no toad
And I smoke the best dope that's ever been growed
We'll see rocks, we'll see trees
We won't have any money, but we'll do as we please
Like a couple of tomcats (except for the fleas)
'Cause I like you like a mouse likes cheese
In our painted school bus
With tie-dye curtains, just the two of us
We'll park in places, but we'll gather no dust
Me, my baby and a dog we both trust
When we leave, our friends will all gather 'round
But we won't tell nobody where we're bound
As we raise our middle fingers to salute this town
You be the juggler, and I'll be the clown
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