On the way to Summerdale Day Camp, we used to sing….

Oh you can’t go to heaven (Repeat)
On the Frankford El (Repeat)
‘Cause the Frankford El (Repeat)
Goes straight to…. (Repeat)
Oh you can’t go to heaven on teh Frankford El
‘Cause the Frankford El goes stright to ….
I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more.

We would then put in kids’ and counselors’ names and make up rhymes– like You can’t go to heaven in Mickey’s socks, ’cause like his head they’re full of rocks….. It was a nice alternative to 99 bottles of beer on the wall!