. . . almost 40 years ago, I was stuck on a BPing/ hiking trip with my very traditional/ provincial inlaws (parents, brother and sister inlaws, etc.).
Around the campfire, one of them began to sing, "Kum bay ah, Lord, Kum bay ah . . ." (sorry, if I'm getting the spelling wrong).
When it came my turn, I sang, sweetly, quietly, " Throwing up, Lord, Kum bay ah. Getting sick, Lord, Kum bay ah. Blowing lunch, Lord, Kum bay ah. Oh, Lord, Kum bay ah."
A few minutes later, I said, "Come on let's sing a REAL camp song: 'I met a gin sot bar-room queen in Memphis, DA, DA, DAH. Come on, EVERYBODY now . . . ."'" and they just broke up into laughter.
I don't do sh*t like that anymore. Shame on me.
Apologies to those who don't recognize the old Rolling Stones tune,