Switching "Starboard" for "YMCA"

So too much yelling of "starboard" ran us out of Newport.
Actually we used up our 15 guest days there, but that just sounds so boring...
Back to Catalina Island, where we anchored at Buttonshell Beach.
Where we had the pleasure of anchoring off of band camp a campground.
Ok, there is something intrinsically wrong about being at anchor off a small beach with a campground and hearing the Village People's "YMCA" blasting over the loud speakers.
YMCA?
And no, this was not a YMCA campground.
Whatever happened to the old sit around the campfire campground favorites, such as "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt"?
Or how about "Old Mother Leary"?
Both of these songs had the singers screaming at the end.
In the Old Mother song, the screaming words were "fire, fire, fire"!
Talk about tormenting the people at anchor...
And in the morning?
The worst of the worst.
If anything can be worse than YMCA...
The Cowsills (eek, I have just dated myself my older much older sister, Elizabeth as it was her album ~ yes album, before CD's, before cassettes, even before 8-tracks) singing their horrific "I love the flower girl" song.
Come on everyone, sing along!
I saw her sitting in the rain,
raindrops falling on her.
She didn´t seem to care.
She sat there and smiled at me.
And I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
she could make me happy (happy, happy).
Flowers in her hair,
Flowers everywhere.
I love the flower girl.

There, now it's in all the old people's heads.
Just as it was in mine.
For. Days.
Have. Fun.