Verse 1: Watch me as camp, under the moonlight
Listen to my guitar, you want some more? No more?
And I’m burning the chili that was to be our snack
Now, you’re yearning for something that could be a great snack
You’re salivating, puddles are on the floor
Now y’all are hungry and angry
I’m not outdoorsy, I admit it
Not a beast or animal
I brought a tent that I had knitted
Ain’t Bear Gryllis, or Baloo, Yogi Berra, Boo-boo
But I brought a snack here with me that I saw on Sandlot

Chorus: Anybody want smores? Come ‘round the fire
Ain’t had it before? Come be a trier
It hits your mouth, you’ll hear a choir
What’s the closest thing to heaven? Yeah, it’s smores
Everybody wants smores! Grant your desires
Dropped it on the floor, don’t be a crier
We’ll hit the store, I’ll be the buyer
Gonna purchase everything to make some more!

Verse 2: Fluff on both your hand, it’s a peep’s gravesite
Put’em in your mouth and you want s’more, some more
What the Stay Puft Man’s fearing
I try hard, but suck
Because I suck, just know that Imma bring the snack
Never fishing, I’m just no good at that
Know y’all are anxiously craving
You won’t stop eating, it’s off-putting
Got no meats, got no vegetables
It’s just lots of processed sugars
Two graham crackers, that get stuffed
With milk chocolate, Jet-Puffed
Then it’s set on fire to make it melt in your mouth

Chorus: Yeah, we really want smores! Scream it out louder
Comin’ out our pores, when we perspire
Now level up, let’s find a fryer
Gonna stuff our face with smores until we’re sore!
Do we really want more? Should we inquire?
Already had four, no more required
I can’t stand up, or I’ll expire
Now I think we’ve found our limits with the smores!

Bridge: Oh! Oh! Oh!
But when I’m done throwing up, I’ll have s’more
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Now that I’m done throwing up, I’ll have s’more

Chorus: Yeah, I gotta have more! It takes me higher
But I gotta score, like on The Wire
I feel strung up, gets me so wired
I can’t quit at any time, don’t need those smores!
I want another smore! Can you acquire?
Wind up on the floor, when I get tired
Can’t get enough! Plan has backfired
Gonna stuff my face with smores until I’m poor!

Outro: Oh! Oh! Oh!
If you’re ever going camping, bring some smores…