You know what I love? I'm gonna tell you what I love in a song. Well there's a new thing going round. People sleeping on the ground. Throwing their tools away and using rocks and sticks. We're hanging a sheet to keep our brain. Nothing to eat, living in pain. And if it's fun to do, then we're not doing it. work. But you have nothing to eat, so you keep on homing. People sleeping on the ground. Throwing their tools away and using rocks and sticks. We're hanging a sheet to keep our brain. Nothing to eat, living in pain. And if it's fun to do, then we're not doing it. And that's called camping. Let's go camping. Do you want to go camping? You still have to hate camping. You still got to go camping. That's the point of camping. Is that you got to hate camping. I want to live like an animal, but not in a sexy way. More like a poor person. Covered in filth and caked blood. Checking my hair for lice and ticks. Let's go camping. Let's go camping. Do you want to go camping? Can't wait to go camping. And you can't ramping. Just like lamping. Woodshock clamping. Piano board bamping. Eat, mom, or me.