Sinking in the seat and hoping for a race well run They jostle and they beat, the reasoning to kingdom come The woman and the man grew weary As the time swung round The hours fade away, and neither stays to stand the ground The camper in control is slowly going round the bend His friends are very nice and hoping for the trip to end The military have come and cordoned off the hotel grounds They're piling up the junk and they hope you'll take a good look 'round.