Campers in Control Songtext
von The High Llamas

Sinking in the seat and hoping for a race well run
They jostle and they beat, the reasoning to kingdom come
The woman and the man grew weary
As the time swung round
The hours fade away, and neither stays to stand the ground

The camper in control is slowly going round the bend
His friends are very nice and hoping for the trip to end

The military have come and cordoned off the hotel grounds
They′re piling up the junk and they hope you'll take a good look ′round.