Hello Mudduh, Hello Fadduh!
(A Letter From Camp)
Allan Sherman (#2 in
Hel-lo Mud-duh, Hel-lo Fad-duh,
Here I am at Camp Gra-na-da;
Camp is ver - y en-ter-tain-ing,
and they say we'll have some fun
if it stops rain-ing.
I went hik-ing with Joe Spi-vy,
He de-vel-oped poi-son i-vy;
You re-mem-ber Leo-nard Skin-ner?
He got pto-maine pois'-ning last night af-ter din-ner.
All the coun-s'lors, hate the wait-ers,
And the lake has al-li-ga-tors;
And the head-coach wants no sis-sies,
so he reads to us from some-thing called U-ly-ses.
Now I don't want this should scare ya,
But my bunk mate has ma-lar-ia;
You re-mem-ber Jeff-rey Hard-y?
They-re a - bout to or-gan-ize a search-ing par-ty.
Take me home, oh Mud-duh, Fad-duh
take me home, I hate Gra-na-da;
Don't leave me out in the for-est,
where I might get eat-en by a bear.
Take me home, I prom-ise I will
not make noise, or mess the house with
oth - er boys.
Oh please don't make me stay,
I've been here one whole day.
Dear-est Fad-duh, dar-ling Mud-duh,
How's my pre-cious lit-tle brud-duh?
Let me come home if you miss me,
I would e-ven let Aunt Ber-tha hug and kiss me.
Wait a min-ute, it stopped hail-ing,
Guys are swim-ming, guys are sail-ing!
Play-ing base-ball, gee, that's bet-ter,
Mud-duh, Fad-duh, kind-ly dis-re-gard this let-ter.
Words by Allan Sherman
Music by Lou Busch