Kamp Krusty Testo

Alright you balls of pan drippingsI want to see crisco coming out of those pores!
We're not leaving until this Christmas ham
Gives me a pullup
Hail to thee Kamp Krusty
By the shores Big Snake Lake
Though your swings are rusty
We know they'll never break
Louder! Faster!
From your gleaming mess hall
To your hollow baseball field
To your spic and span infirmary
Where all our wounds are healed
Hail to thee Kamp Krusty
Below Mount Avalanch
We will always love Kamp Krusty
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