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SENIOR BAXTER & SEQUOIA SENIOR BEC For every lap I run, four laps will I walk
I’m walking, I’m walking, I’m walking-ing-ing-ing
TO THE TUNE OF “TROUBLE”
& BAGO

TO THE TUNE COUNSELORS: When we’re not on OD, signing-
On a B-Day, periods ago
OF “HEY JULIET”
in, no longer free
I was running late, he hates it when I’m slow
And I realize, he’s the irst face I see
He saw me, he saw me, he saw me-e-e-e
Don’t have my closed-toe shoes, so you send me Hey Camp Laurel
Hey Camp Laurel
I knew you were Trumbull when you walked in
back
Waiting ten months for two
The Fieldhouse for Fitness
Your heart is illed with holes, like your Pittsburgh Pittsburgh’s real life Superman
Pirates hat
Coming back to all of you
Often confused for Channing Tatum
I’m running, I’m running, I’m running-ing-ing-ing
Made it to Senior year
I knew you were Trumbull when you walked in
Just one more year, yeah it’s almost here
The dance is at Wildwood
The Fieldhouse for Fitness
And I’m on the it trail, with blue rock in my shoes And Rafting was so good
In the world, there’s no greater man
And I realize, the blame is on you
He must always be at Hebrew Tutoring
Montreal is almost here
Oh! Oh! Trumbull, Trumbull, Trumbull!
‘Cause I knew you were Trumbull when you Five whole days, get your passports cleared
Oh! Oh! Trumbull, Trumbull, Trumbull!
walked in
CHORUS: You know we’re gonna win this (yeah)
The Fieldhouse for Fitness
Cause Seniors are the dopest (yeah)
And the story is, as everybody knows
Please can I choose if I run or spin
In case you forgot the lyrics, this is how the song
I promise I won’t skip
So judges come and listen
goes.
I knew you were Trumbull when you walked in Cause we’ve got this, yeah we got this
Cause I knew you were Trumbull when you
The Fieldhouse for Fitness
Hey Camp Laurel
Seniors ‘13
walked in
Thanks to you, we are looking slim
We never want to leave
Trumbull, Trumbull, Trumbull!
A Gladiator, just like Russel Crowe
I knew you were Trumbull when you walked in
Oh! Oh! Trumbull, Trumbull, Trumbull!
Loggy C, Canteen, how much better could it be? Trumbull, Trumbull, Trumbull
Oh! Oh! Trumbull, Trumbull, Trumbull!
We just want you to know
Camp is where we wanna go
Hey Camp Laurel
On the GaGa Court, I may or may not cry
Hey Camp Laurel
He will call you out, even though it hits your thigh
He’s laughing, he’s laughing, he’s laughing-ing- Hey Camp Laurel
ing-ing
At Morning Marathon, there at seven o’clock
We go to every period
AandB,AandB
Just can’t all it on one bus

JUNIOR BEC & BAGO ‘Cause there’s just too many of us
Used to eat Milky Ways and Twix
Now we’re snacking on Sun Chips
TO THE TUNE OF “HO, HEY” Our CLs are the best
Hayley, Cheese, Jon Miller, Sargey
Quiet, SHHH, Quiet

I just inished my Nite Bite CHORUS x2
My counselor’s out tonight

Tell me I’m a sleepy head
JUNIOR BAXTER & SEQUOIA
I should be in my bed
I should be in my bed TO THE TUNE OF “SWEET DREAMS”

Quiet, SHHH, Quiet
Canteens are made of this
Hit up Moosetracks, candy’s next, keep on
Mike & Ikes to sticks of cheese
wishin’, candy’s next
Sometimes it’s sweet and sometimes it’s tasty Hit up Moosetracks, candy’s next, keep on
We should be at the Loggy C Everybody’s snacking on something
wishin’
Baxter just did a scream
The stars are out tonight
OD has a bright lashlight Debbie wants some Smart Food CHORUS
Nurse Dave wants a Charleston Chew
We’re stuck in bed tonight
Peter wants a Twix Bar
Hit up Moosetracks, candy’s next, keep on
Keith Klein wants some Stacey’s, too
wishin’, candy’s next
CHORUS: Jon will ind you, Cheese’ll probably too, it’s lights out
Sarge will ind you, Hayley’ll probably too, it’s lights out
Hit up Moosetracks, candy’s next, keep on
CHORUS: Canteens are made of this wishin’, candy’s next
Sugary snacks and Gluten-free Hit up Moosetracks, candy’s next, keep on
SHHH, Quiet, SHHH
Healthy for you and healthy for me wishin’, candy’s next
Everybody’s snacking on something
Hit up Moosetracks, candy’s next, keep on
I think we can sneak past OD
But Tim is on HOD
wishin’
Walk out with quiet feet
Hit up Moosetracks, candy’s next, keep on
wishin’, candy’s next
CHORUS x2
At the Tennis Deck we’ll meet Hit up Moosetracks, candy’s next, keep on
It’s too risky, SHHH
wishin’, candy’s next
We should probably go to sleep

CHORUS x2

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