**🎵 "You Call That Camping?!"** **[Intro]** I came out here for some peace and trees But you rolled in like a Walmart breeze With your trailer, your toys, and your four-wheel drive Now I’m wonderin’ how I’m still alive **[Verse 1]** You got a stereo blastin’ Nickelback A boat, a quad, and a grillin’ rack A tent that pops up on command And a solar fan that cools your tan You call this roughin’ it? Come on, friend I think I saw your campsite on CNN **[Chorus]** You call that camping? I call it a mall With the AC on and a bathroom stall You got apps for s’mores and a satellite map While I’m squattin’ in the woods just tryin’ to nap Yeah it’s good to escape, I’ll raise my flask But roughin’ it shouldn’t need a gas mask **[Verse 2]** Your sleeping bag’s good at forty below But it’s ninety-five and the sun’s on show Your boots look new, your shirt's name-brand You ain’t walked more than ten feet, man Got a fridge, a fan, and a satellite dish You just need room service to complete your wish **[Bridge]** Now I ain’t judgin’, you do your thing But real camping don’t need a washing machine It’s dirt, and bugs, and burnin' beans— Not frozen shrimp and limousines **[Outro]** So I tip my hat as I pack my stuff Head deeper in where it’s quiet and rough You stay here with your satellite dome While I hike to a place with no cellular zone ‘Cause you call that camping, and hey—that’s fair But I’m lookin’ for stars up in the air
