We run. We jump. We swim away. We cry and try to flee.
Because the creepy tranny counselors fill our food with roofies.
Camp Rapey Tranny,
This idea is not smart,
For when the lights go out at night,
Is when the touching will start!
Now we will share a lifetime of intensive therapy,
Because of the troons and pooners at dear old Camp Rapey Tranny!
Camp Rapey Tranny,
This idea is not smart,
For when the lights go out at night,
They'll blast your ass apart.
Think Rapey Tranny, flee Rapey Tranny,
No Rapey Tranny! UGH!