The Lyrics to the Song

Start up my Apple, put in the disk
Blow off the dust and start it up kids
Gonna play a game in the computer lab
Cuz my teacher said my work was so fab
Playing Oregon Trail I got to choose my occupation
Farmer or banker,
what’s my vocation?  

When I was younger I named my wagon mates after my friends.
I needed them for what’s around the next bend.
Sometimes I named them after my enemies
So I could laugh when they die of a deadly disease! (2 beats)

(DYSENTARY!)

Hook up my oxen, fill up my wagon.
Po-po’s on my back, cause my pants are saggin’!
Ridin’ out of Independence, M O
Gonna go make Oregon my new home
Kickin’ it at a steady pace
And stuffin’ filling rations into our face
first roll up to the Kansas River Stop
There’s so many folks here, this block is hot!
I think about what to do as I sit
Do I ford the river or do I (4 beats)

CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT (FLOAT IT)
CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT (FLOAT IT)

Finally we arrive at Fort Kearney
We was going so fast that we was early.
So we kept chuggin’, on and on
Gonna keep ridin’ from the break of dawn.
All the way until the sun does set
We gon’ make it son, now don’t you fret.
Now it’s getting’ tough, I don’t know what to do
The trail is awfully rough, I really don’t have a clue
We lost the trail and we lost a day
Should’ve left earlier, maybe in May.
My rations are meager my wagon ain’t stacked.
I be sufferin’ all day from Indian attacks!

Finally I get to Fort Laramie,
Flip to disk two the game tells me.
I switch the disk and I take a break
Got a long way before the River
(comma) Snake.
I guess I’ma stop for a day or two more
Gotta get my health up from very poor.
I wasted all my chedda’ on my spinna spokes,
now I can’t buy nufin’ cuz I’m broke.

Come to the Green River later down the way
I didn’t want to risk the lives of my partay
So I thought about takin’ the ferry this time
Cuz I traded an ox for an extra dime.
But I thought to myself, “That’s so stupid”
so I…. (4 beats)
CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT (FLOAT IT)
CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT (FLOAT IT)

The Wild fruit be savin’ my back
When my peeps be havin’ a snack attack.
We ran out of food on day 38
It’s not my fault, don’t playa hate.
Since I had no food, I had to hunt for some
Man those bunny rabbits sure can run
I shot too many buffalo in the back
I can’t carry that much in my sack
The game says I can only take 100 pounds,
DANG I wasted too many rounds!

The pace is strenuous we goin’ so fast
That wagon next to us about to get passed.
This trip is tough, Why do I bothera,
I need to slow down, My wife got cholera.
HOLD UP!! (MIKE) (Josh rewinds)
My daughter got a snake bite on her face,
might as well kick it up to a GRUELING PACE
Gotta rush up to the next stop
We ain’t got no time to stop
Gotta get her medicine before she dies
I get more points with people alive!
And when to the next river I do arrive
you know I gotta. (4 beats)

CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT (FLOAT IT)
CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT (FLOAT IT)

There’s a heavy fog, there’s little grass.
My wagon’s yoke broke from goin’ so fast.
There’s little hope, I don’t know how we’ll last.
I’m quickly running out of gas.
There’s something on the horizon at last.
It stands tall, like a pirate ship’s mast.
We get to Fort Boise by the skin of our teeth
Gonna have to rest for about a week.

(echo week and fade) (Josh beatboxes and Mike gets crowd up)

We’re gonna have to get started once again
We’re almost there, my little friend.
Get to one last river what we gon’ do? (4 beats)

CAULK…
no no no, hold up, hold up!
(stop everthing…Josh will get nod to start again)

Raftin’ down the river is my favorite part
Slidin’ past those boulders is a work of art
Can’t go too fast cause I’ll smash my wagon,
Can’t go to slow or I’ll be draggin’
One last turn and we’ll be there
breathin’ in that fresh Oregon air.
Get to the Willamette in Oregon
It’s feels great to finally be done.
I beat the game but I got to play one more
I gotta beat my little brother’s high score.

Now don’t take this lightly, this game is life
It taught our generation how to deal with strife.
The newest version of OT is lame.
It just isn’t anything close to the same
Gimme my black, green, blue on my screen,
That version of the game is supreme.
Play the game, do your best
and please son you best not forget
you gotta…

CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT (FLOAT IT)
CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT (FLOAT IT)
CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT (FLOAT IT)
CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT