Cub Scouts

Take me out to the pinewood, take me out to the crowd.
Buy me some graphite and a sanding block, I don't care if I ever get back.

We will root root root for my racer,
If I don't win you can say
That I cut, sanded and designed it myself
In the Cub Scout Way!

B'gosh their starting the race now, I see my friend's in the heat.
He's standing there biting his fingernails, but I am sure that he'll never be beat!

For, we'll root root root for my den-mate,
If he doesn't win we can say
That he cut, sanded, and designed it himself
In the Cub Scout Way!

The Scouts have declared a winner,
And I am proud to say,
My racer, it got to the end of the track,
And my den leader let me bring it back

For a second heat in consolation,
Was my decision today.
But I cut, sanded, and designed it myself
In the Cub Scout Way!