Lyrics: Rob MacDonald (with apologies to Stan Rogers)
Tune: "The Idiot", by Stan Rogers
I often take these late night walks when the Scouts are sleeping sound.
I turn my back on the dying fire and make for open ground.
Far out beyond the rows of tents where the kybo can be found,
I forget the stink and I always think back to that flushing sound.
I remember back ten years ago, this Scouter’s life I chose.
And every day, the news would say some Troop is going to close.
Well, I could have stayed to warm the couch, but I'm not one of those.
I lead for free, and that makes me a Scouter, I suppose.
So I bid farewell to the flushing loos I never more will see;
But lead I must so I eat this GORP and breath fresh air for free.
Oh I love the green and the woods and streams and I don't mind Boy Scout clothes;
But I like being free and that makes me a Scouter, I suppose.
So come all ya fine young leaders who've got energy with no bounds.
This Scouter’s life's no paradise, but it's better than lying down.
Oh, the trails are clean, and everything’s green, and the hills go up and down,
But the TV shows will rot your soul back there in your home town.
So bid farewell to the flushing loos where you never more will pee.
There's self-respect but no pay cheque in this Scout Troop you see.
You will love the green and the woods and streams and the air will fill your nose.
And you'll be free, and just like me, a Scouter, I suppose.