Summer Camp Songs?

Tis that time of year for those old summer sleepaway camp songs to reemerge from our youths. THE RAUNCHIEST ONE GETS THE POINTS ! Here's mine.

OOOH CHUCKA WILLY

Oooh chucka Willy from the coconut grove,

He was a mean motha-fcuker, you could tell by his clothes.

He has a black suede jacket and a hairy a.s.s.

And between his legs, he had a ton of grass.

He had a hundred women lined up on the wall

And he swore to his motha that he'd fcuk them all

But, when he got to 99 he had to stop

Because the friction in his balls was about to pop

Upon his tombstone, written in green said

OOOH CHUCKA WILLY WAS A FCUKING MACHINE ! ! ! !