Hello, Mata. Hello, Vata. Here I am at Camp Granada.
Camp is very entertaining. And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.
I've been hiking with Joe Spivey. He developed poison ivy.
Do you remember Leonard Skinner? He got tome and poison last night after dinner.
La, la, la, la. La, la, la, la. La, la, la, la. La, la, la, la.
All the counselors hate the waders. And the lake has alligators.
And the head coach wants no sissies.
So he reads.
He reads to us from something called Ulysses.
Now I don't want this *** scare ya, but my bug mate has malaria.
You remember Jeffrey Hardy?
They're about to organize a searching party.
Take me home.
Oh, Mata, Mata, take me home.
I hate Granada.
Don't leave me out in the forest where I might get eaten by a bear.
Take me home.
I promise I will not make noise or mess the house with other boys.
Oh, please don't make me stay.
I've been here one whole day.
Dearest Fata, darling Mata, how's my precious little Brata?
Let me come home if you miss me.
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.
Wait a minute, it's out hailing.
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing.
Playing baseball.

Gee, that's better.
Mata, Mata, kindly disregard this letter.
Mata, Mata, kindly disregard this letter.
Cause I must admit, I think I'm feeling better
Bada bada, kindly disregard this letter
Yee-haw!