Best Worst Weekend Ever

Lyrics

Verse 1 Pulled out Friday, thought we were ahead, Forgot the ice and the burgers, had to turn around instead, Hit the highway smiling, feeling pretty clever, ’Til the cabinets flew open all over the camper. Backed into the campsite with an audience of ten, Everybody pointing, everybody “helping” again, Finally got parked, cracked a cold one with a grin… That’s when the slinky hose let loose in the wind. Pre-Chorus Awning caught a gust, nearly took off like a kite, Storm clouds rolling in and it ain’t even night. Chorus It’s the best worst weekend ever, Everything’s gone wrong but we’re all here together, Mosquitoes got a buffet and they’re charging no fee, Campfire smoke follows me no matter where I be. Grey tank full, black tank warning, Buddy got lost in the woods before morning, Every year we say, “That’s it forever”… Then do it all again next weekend. ⸻ Verse 2 Carl disappeared with a roll of Charmin in his hand, Said he’d be right back, had a “meeting with the land,” Forty minutes later he came stumbling through the trees, Asking, “Anybody know where campsite twenty-three is?” Raccoons stole the hot dogs, squirrels got the bread, Something snatched the marshmallows right off the table instead, Neighbor’s dog ran off carrying somebody’s shoe, And somehow that’s not even the strangest thing we’ve been through. Pre-Chorus Rainwater running downhill straight into our site, Kids tracking mud through the camper all night. Chorus It’s the best worst weekend ever, Everything’s gone wrong but we’re all here together, Mosquitoes got a buffet and they’re charging no fee, Campfire smoke follows me no matter where I be. Grey tank full, black tank warning, Buddy got lost in the woods before morning, Every year we say, “That’s it forever”… Then do it all again next weekend. ⸻ Bridge Locked outside in pajama pants, Keys inside and so’s my chance, Camp chair folded, dropped me flat, Spilled my drink and sat right back. Generator quit around midnight, Bee got trapped inside the porch light, Fire wouldn’t start for an hour or two… Now we’re trying to put out half the county too. ⸻ Final Chorus It’s the best worst weekend ever, Laughing so hard we’ll barely remember, Flooded campsite, busted cooler, Somehow every story just gets better. Grey tank full, black tank warning, Still out here by the fire till morning, Every year we swear, “That’s it forever”… Then book the same site for next September. Outro (spoken) “Well… see y’all next weekend.”