Camp Song
Father: I've got the place I swear
He should go to Netzer
The doctor's neighbour's son goes there
Netzer Netzer
If you're Christian they don't care
Granny: But hold on I say
You can dismiss B'nei
Torah talmud is the way
B'nei B'nei
They'll even teach you how to pray
Mother: But how about Betar
Their camp is not that far
We can even visit you in our car
Betar Betar
The most right wing by far
Grandad: But there's more you know
You can't forget Habo
If I was young that's where I'd go
Habo Habo
Jeans and flannies are the go
Sister: But if you're asking me
I'd say Hineni
Just recognised by the ZYC
Hineni Hineni
We've no ideology
The Pavilion
to the tune of "Tradition" from Fiddler on the Roof
Pavilion, Pavilion, Pavilion
Who Thursday nights
Has their hair styled like Dylan
Pretends to be drinking
Checking out the chicks
And who every time
Complains they're bloody bored
But comes next Thrusday night again
The posers, the posers
Pavilion
Who must take three hours to prepare themselves
Dress themselves, paint themselves
Who puts on their makeup with a spatula
On the prowl for a bachelor
The JAPs, the JAPs
Pavilion
For months we have been going out
Our friends we do ignore
The bitch about us constantly
And think we're boring
The couples, the couples
Pavilion
Then there's that one corner
There hang all the non-Jews
They're drinking and they're belching
And actually playing pool
The Aussies, the Aussies
Pavilion
And who checks your ID
Even though you're thirty four
The scream out "don't be noisy!"
As you walk out the door
The bouncers. the bouncers
Pavilion
All material is copyright 1994 NSW AUJS Revue Committee
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