Lyrics:

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
Your spic n' span infirmary
Where all our wounds are healed
Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty
Below Mount Avalanche
We will always love Kamp Krusty
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