Tune: On Top of Old Smoky
At the camp with the Girl Scouts
They gave us a drink
We thought it was Kool-Aid
Because it was pink.
But the thing that they told us
Would’ve grossed out a moose
For that great tasting pink drink
Was really bug juice
It looked fresh and fruity
Like tasty Kool-Aid
But the bugs that were in it
Were murdered with Raid
We drank it by gallons
We drank it by tons
And the next morning
We all had the runs
So the next time you drink bug juice
And a fly drives you mad
He’s just getting even
‘Cause you swallowed his Dad.