Silly songs

The boys at Crane Lake will never be
Tall dark and handsome and six foot three
The boys we call our own
Will have glasses and braces and smell of B.O.

Is it possible to forget these lyrics?

I go to Crane Lake Camp so pity me
There’s not a boy in the vicinity
And every night at 9 they lock the doors
I don’t know why the hell I ever came before

I’m gonna pack my bags and home I’m bound
I’m gonna turn this camp right upside-down
I’m gonna smoke and drink and neck and peck and what the heck
The hell wwith the whole damn camp

One more. Substitute any couple’s name for granny and grandpa:

And there was granny
Swingin’ on the outhouse door
Without her nighty
Grandpa never had it so good

Forgot about this one, ’til Meryl sent this today. Can you remember the hand motions?

To the tune of Zoom gally gally
Food waiter waiter waiter
Food waiter waiter
Food waiter waiter waiter
Food waiter waiter

Oh give me something to eat
So I won’t fall flat on my feet

Okay, I know you want to know the hand motions. I have to do it first to remember. Hold on.

Okay:

Fists on table
Thumbs on table
Pointers and middle fingers on table
Pointers and pinkies on table

At least that’s what my hands remember.