Park Ranger (Yellow Camping Tent)

Lyrics for Park Ranger (Yellow Camping Tent)

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My land lord is a park ranger in a blue uniform
He’s the fines of fellows when he’s in good form

My cook stove is a propane tank with no chimney or door
Fine meals are bubbling above the damp wood’s roar

My washroom has a toilet that‘s fifteen feet deep
If I were to fall in the exit would be steep

My home is a yellow tent or the back seat of a car
When it rains I dig a trench so the water travels far



Riff:

My neighbours have funny ways of looking at me
It’s almost like they don’t believe what they see

With their shinny camping cars so slim and sleek
They come rolling in, paddle boards to the beach

I too have got a boat, it’s a fine red canoe
But it’s got a solemn job off keeping the rain off my shoes

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Riff:

I have got a bathtub that’s a thousand miles wide
It goes up and it goes down, but it smells nicest at high tide

I got myself a tan that’s the best I’ve had in ten years
When people ask how I got it, I just grin ear to ear

My friends they are genuine, genuinely concerned
Oh, but I tell them: look how much I’ve learned

Oh there’s still so much to be grateful for
It don’t matter much that I ain’t got a roof or floor

Cuz my home is a yellow tent or the back seat of a car
When it rains I dig a trench so the water travels far
Because my home is a fine, fine yellow camping tent
Or the back seat of a car, in which I can travel far


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