Its a three day weekend I'm loading up my truck Got tonnes of beer, might shoot a deer Blow the shit out of a duck Stever's got a crossbow, Jamie a shotgun "Anything that fuckin' moves!" "Ready aim fire!" Oh, my god I cant believe the antlers on that buck It would take 40 men to load him in my truck ("Nice shot", "nice shot") ("YEE HAW!") ("Got that sucker right between the eyes") ("Lets get a cold one Don") Love seats made from hides Stock your smoke house full of meat Pink and blue and yellow keychains made from rabbits feet Trade your jerky to the Indian's Enjoy a coon skin hat Whip up some homemade crisco with the extra fat Im wishin' A flock of geese would fly on by I can bag not four but five (Jesus fuckin' christ) (Thats the biggest moose i've ever seen in my life) (Get my gun, goddamnit get him!) ♪ Trophies on your wall Slap some new boots on your feet The wallet in my pocket kinda smells like meat A half a dozen quail A hearty rack of lamb There must be 50 beavers In that fuckin' dam! If I can't shoot them ill start a forest fire Watch 'em run right at my gun, no need for Oscar Meyer (God damn! thats a fine lookin' piece of meat young man) (That one's for me) (Im ready for that one there?) Love seats made from hides Stock your smoke house full of meat Pink and blue and yellow keychains made from rabbits feet Trade your jerky to the Indian's Enjoy a coon skin hat Whip up some homemade crisco with the extra fat