| Narrowsburg (Sung to Margaritaville) Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' Chip�s back bake Most of the campers are covered in beer It�s Woody�s six-string We�re all waitin� to sing On Sunday morn� we�re the F outta here� Waistin' away again in good ol' Narrowsburg Searchin' for my lost coozi of beer Some people claim that there�s a wife here who�ll blame And we know, that it�s all these guys fear... I don't know the reason We stayed there those seasons Nothin' to show but toilets of poo But Landers� a beauty Showers without doodie But how we got here I haven't a clue... Waistin� away again in good ol� Narrowsburg Searchin for the way out of my tent Some people claim that there�s a wife here who�ll blame And I know, I just walked threw the vent� I blew out a loud fart Stepped in a pop-tart Cut my heel climbing off lunch rock today But there's booze in the bladder These boats got no ladder A few miles to go I guess I�ll hang on� Waistin� away again in good ol� Narrowsburg Searchin� for the best way to Yetters Some people claim that there�s a wife here who�ll blame And we know, she�s the one with the purse Or some people claim that Scarangella�s to blame But we know it's our own damn fault. |
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