Well, Marge I'm so excited
The letter came today
The camp's accepted Junior
For three months he'll be away
I've been listening to him all year long
He's 'bout to drive me nuts
But, sure as sunlight brings the dawn
That boy'll be on the bus, headed for

Camp Werthehekahwee
Just an old Indian name
It was started by Chief (himba himba...) Doggoneifiknow
Way back in the Indian days
Seems he never found his way
Out of Camp Werthehekahwee

Why son, they've got a driving range
Now that's some fun I'll betcha
Why, with any luck at all
They're sure to make you golf ball fetcher
Down at Camp Werthehekahwee
And they go hiking every weekend
Everybody gets to go
It says here in the brochure boy
It's called the lost patrol
Down at Camp Werthehekahwee
Thirty miles below sea level
Where the nights are dawn (where the nights are dawn)
Just a bit northeast I'm going
Found it on a swamp (found it on a swamp)

The traffic doesn't keep you up
But, what I haven't told
There isn't any traffic
'Cause there are not any roads in and out of

Camp Werthehekahwee
Just an old Indian name
It was started by Chief (himba himba...) Doggoneifiknow
Way back in the Indian days
Seems he never found his way
Out of Camp Werthehekahwee

Now if you go canoeing, boy
Don't forget your paddle
And don't be picking up the snakes
Especially those that rattle
Down at Camp Werthehekahwee
Oh, Marge we got a postcard
Said Junior's still alive
You know, I kinda miss him
Heck, I knew that boy'd survive
Down at Camp Werthehekahwee
Well as sure as summer's gonna end
And silence gets too much
I'll turn off my baseball game
And rush to meet his bus
And in his Werthehekawee t-shirt
My heart will be destroyed
I'll part the crowd and cheer and cry
Look out! Here comes my boy!
He's back from

Camp Werthehekahwee
Just an old Indian name
It was started by Chief (himba himba...) Doggoneifiknow
Way back in the Indian days
Seems he never found his way
Out of Camp Werthehekahwee