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The first thing you need is a wagon built for speed

a Bjølseth-caravan to roam the goddamn land

And a car to pull the beast

with room for a still and yeast

and you’ll need a camping place

to play your ace of spades

This is a Crash course in camping

A lesson in white trash romancing

This is a Crash course in camping

A lesson in white trash romancing

The second thing you need

is some music played by a Swede

Roland Cedermark

will make your soul spark

An accordion for your trip

who cares if it’s not hip

You can play it everywhere

the sound will cleanse the air

Don’t forget your homemade booze

Don’t throw away that road-killed moose

you will need it for the grill

The meat and drinks will make you chill

Eat! Drink! Fight! Fuck!

The final thing you must bring

will make you the camping king

A grill that burns on coal,

barbecue with an old school soul