When I used to go to school,
You know they taught me the golden rule
They say: "Son you better know yourself,
Because in times to come it's going to be dread..."
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp...
Why didn't I take their advice?
If I did, I would be living in style
God know I wasn't born to be wild...
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp...
Oh mother, I wish you were around,
To see your son, how he's bouncing around
Yous like, Oh mother, I wish you were around,
Wish you were around, mother, mother,
Wish you were around...
When I used to go to school,
You know they taught me the golden rule
They say: "Son you better know yourself,
Because in times to come it's going to be dread..."
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp...
Why didn't I take their advice?
If I did, I would be living in style
God know I wasn't born to be wild...
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp...
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