Here's one for all you lonely guys at the camp

There was a bull from butcher town
Whose horns were made of brass
One stuck out his upper lip
The other out his--

Maybe you don't believe me
Maybe you think I lie
But if you lived in butcher town
You'd say the same as I

Oh I took my gal a-fishin'
A-fishin' on a rock
A bumblebee came up to me
And stung me on the--
Cauliflowers turned up short
Celery a penny a stick
The best thing for an Irish girl
Is a big stiff Irish--
Peter Murphy had a doe and a buck
Put thеm in a pen together
To see if thеy could--
Far on the mountainside
The herder herds his flock
The more the jackass wiggles his ears
The more he shows his--
Maybe you don't believe me
Maybe you think I lie
But if you lived in butcher town
You'd say the same as I

We're looking for the bully
The bully of the town
And when we find him
We'll turn him upside-down
We're looking for the bully of the town

We're looking for the bully
The bully of the town
And when we find him
We'll turn him upside-down
We're looking for the bully of the town
We're looking for the bully of the town