One, two, three, four, Five, six, seven, eight. Hey now, set up your tents, Make the fire it's time. And take that plastic off the sand - I don't like it.
Because I'm a boyscout, a boyscout, a boyscout. Because I'm a boyscout, a boyscout, a boyscout.
Sit around, sing what you want to sing, Bring your sleeping bag where you want it to bring, And if that pretty girl is from another squad - Take pride, come close and tell her:
"I want you! I want you! I want you!"
Because I'm a boyscout, a boyscout, a boyscout. Because I'm a boyscout, a boyscout, a boyscout.
You love her quiet, and you love her loud, Never mind if I shout from the crowd just to remind - Don't you loose you mind, remember -
You only do it for nature, for nature, for nature, for mother nature I make love for nature, for nature, for mother nature
Because I'm a boyscout, a boyscout, a boyscout. Because I'm a boyscout, a boyscout, a boyscout.