(For the music, see this YouTube video.)
I’ve abandoned orthodoxy with its old restrictions
I’ve figured to the hour that the Rapture is at hand
I’ve exchanged my sanity for bold date-setting fictions
I’m Camping, I’m Camping, I’m out in la-la land
Chorus:
Yes, I’m Harold Camping. I can read the future
At six o’clock this Saturday the Rapture has been planned
Pack your luggage, Pilgrim, I know the day and hour
I’m Camping, I’m Camping. I’m out in la-la land
Yes, I’ve reached the firm conclusion with pinpoint precision
But you can bet that Sunday I’ll have Plan B in my hand
I’ll continue just as always, heedless of derision
I’m Camping, I’m Camping. I’m out in la-la land