| Hello muddah, hello fadduh |
| I am back at Camp Grenada |
| And I’m writing you this letter |
| Just to say my compound fracture’s getting better |
| No one here knows where my trunk is |
| And my bunk is where the skunk is |
| And the food this year’s improving |
| All the little black things in it are not moving |
| Our camp nurse is quite a swimmer |
| She says swimming makes you slimmer |
| Her name’s Mrs. Pellagrini |
| Have you ever seen a whale in a bikini? |
| All the bathrooms have such thin doors |
| Gee I’d wish they’d move them indoors |
| We’re all tired of Mother Goose here |
| So next Friday night they’re having Lenny Bruce here |
| Let me stay, oh muddah, fadduh |
| Let me stay I love Grenada |
| Every night the campfire’s really keen |
| Oh ma please send some unguintine |
| Let me stay, out here in |
| Muddah nature’s land |
| And tiptoe through the tulips grand |
| To leave would be a shame |
| Besides, I’d miss the poker game |
| Please don’t worry, fadduh, muddah |
| I’ll take care of little brudduh |
| He plays ball here and he rows here |
| And I hope they teach him how to blow his nose here |
| He wakes up half past six hand |
| Goes directly to the quicksand |
| He was lonely, now he’s better |
| He’s like all of us except his bed is wetter |