Campfire

Sitting 'round the campfire
Waiting for my turn
Sitting 'round the campfire
Waiting for my turn

Oh i've been waiting all week
Just to talk to jimmy who plays the french horn
He's got skin that glows like the brass
And he's got a voice that sounds like mr mile's guitar

Well jimmy burnt his hand on a hot coal
Then mr miles said it's time to sing along
Late night cookies and cream for all of you
Then we'll sit around and watch the fire burn

Sitting 'round the campfire
Waiting for my turn
Sitting 'round the campfire
Waiting for my turn

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight (x2)
'cause in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight (x2)

Kumbaya
Kumbaya my lord
('cause in the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight) (x2)

[there's a bit here that i can't really understand, if anyone can tell it to me i'll put it in, thanks.]

Ohh oohhh oumbaway (x2)

Chips and hot dogs
Don't mean a thing
When i've got you babe

Mcdonalds, mcdonalds
Kentucky fried chiken and a pizza hut (x2)

Sitting 'round the campfire
Waiting for my turn
Sitting 'round the campfire
Waiting for my turn