When you were little wolf cub and I was a brownie
We always remembered our good turn each day
First, it was your turn, and then it was my turn
And everything was wonderful, carefree and gay
Follow me, follow me
Tonight is the night of the jamboree
When you were little wolf cub and I was a brownie
We learned all the regulations of which there were a lot
We wandered into the clover and tried them all over
I did my semaphore while you did your knots
Follow me, follow me
I'll punch your nose if you touch my knee, whoops
When you were little wolf cub and I was a brownie
We did everything a wolf cub and brownie should do
You wanted to be a boy scout so you could salute me
With three fingers vertical instead of just two
Follow me, follow me
We'll go to the grotto
And get slightly blotto
To hell with the motto
Just follow me
I love camping, don't you?
(Yes, dear)
