If You Ever Need a Favor in Fifty Years

If you ever need a favor in fifty years
Just call a Camp Kavetcha girl
If you’re crying off your makeup with all your tears
Just call a Camp Kavetcha girl
If you ever have an issue
She always has a tissue
She keeps 'em in her Prada bag
No matter if you wanna scream
Or if you need some wrinkle cream
She also keeps that in her Prada bag
If you ever need a favor in fifty years
Just call a Camp Kavetcha girl
If you’re paralyzed by your deepest fears
Just call a Camp Kavetcha girl
If your honored for your mitzvahs
Call your Camp Kavetcha sisters
If she’s famous and she’s distant
Get in touch with her assistant
If you still can’t find her
Have your daughter’s goyish friend remind her
That when you’re in a pinch, we’ll getcha
'Cause we’re always there, you betcha
I’m so glad I metcha
Here at swanky Camp Kavetcha
If you need me I’ll come running
'Cause our parents spent the money
To make us all Camp Kavetcha girls!
My dad’s a dentist/banker