Under the stars.
Let’s make camp
Look there’s an outside loo
We erected our tent in the fields so damp
Plenty more are arriving too.
The club is only a yard away
Now we are here we are all smiles
We don’t care what the weathermen say
To be here we have travelled miles.
Night has fallen so black and full of stars
We go out for a walk with a torch in our hand
No need to drive our cars
As we aimlessly walk, somewhere in the campsite on their land.
It’s luxury to us, a bit like a banquet
Under canvas can be fun
Wrapped up warm in our sleeping bags and blanket
We can’t wait to see the sun.
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