Spicy

I spent all of last week counseling junior high camp at Sky Lake. This camp was Reality Camp, with each day's theme and evening competition relating to (1) a reality television show and (2) a real-life reality, such as poverty, hunger, immigration, war, slavery, etc. (Side note: Don't worry, this is not an attempt at a profound diatribe; it's okay to keep reading.) During our rendition of America's Got Talent, my group sang their camp version of the Spice Girls' "Wannabe." They did such a great job with this song that I'm posting their lyrics here. (Another side note: Many camp-specific references are made in the song, but those of you who haven't been to camp at Sky Lake will get the gist I'm sure...and you can ask me--I'll gladly share.)

So you want my pigtails?
Remember your bag.
We don’t lose our points
’cause we got our tags.
Now don’t go wastin’ my swim time.
Send Methusala to East Shore and we’ll be just fine

So tell me whatcha want whatcha really, really want.
I’ll tell you what I want what I really, really want:
I wanna huh! I wanna huh! I wanna huh! I wanna huh!
I wanna really, really, really wanna zoomy zoomy ahh.

Chorus
If you wanna be a raspberry,
you gotta become a spice.
We live in cabin A5,
and it is wicked nice!
(Repeat)

So whatcha think about horders?
Orange knows how it feels.
You say that salt warms butter—
are you for real?
Now do be hasty; get to breakfast on time.
’Cause if you don’t then two points will say good-bye.

So tell me whatcha want whatcha really, really want.
I’ll tell you what I want what I really, really want:
I wanna huh! I wanna huh! I wanna huh! I wanna huh!
I wanna really, really, really wanna zoomy zoomy ahh.
(Chorus)

Now here’s a story from West to East.
You wanna be a raz you gotta listen carefully.
We got J by the can who loves Superman.
We got R who doesn’t stop ’cause she wants her lemon drops.
We got T by the lake who is afraid of snakes.
We got K in the sand filling up the can.
We got A in the path making everybody laugh.
(Pause)
Uhh, I’m T, and I like tots. ’Cause they’re Amurican.

Grab your buddy’s hand and raise it in the air!
It’s a buddy check so wave ’em everywhere!
(Chorus)

P.S. We won the talent show.
P.P.S. During huh! the girls made the huh! game arm movements. It was awesome.
P.P.P.S. The only lyrics I contributed were "We live in cabin A5, and it is wicked nice." Moving, I know. The girls did all of the rest. Cheers to them.