Me and brother Bill went huntin' up in the hills of Maine
The reason why we went up there: we thought we'd catch some game
As me and brother Bill went huntin' in the middle of the night
We shot somethin' that looked like a grizzly bear and the doggone thing turned white

Oh, I dropped that gun and away I run
Brother Bill said, "Boy what's the matter with you?"
Had he'd known like me, he would've ran some too
I run so fast to say, they couldn't catch me all day
The way I run across that field, you couldn't catch me with an automobile

Brother Bill got so excited, he really took a shot at you
I heard the bullets whizz just past your ear and that's when you really flew
I heard you run till you was exhausted, your feet were dragging on the ground
I said, big feet, come on and do your stuff 'cause we're Alabama-bound

I dropped that gun and away I run
Brother Bill said, "Boy what's the matter with you?
I don't know where you're going, but I'm going too"
We made the speed of light, son of an earthbound satellite
We became the first four-legged jet
Pictures in the Maine Gazette
Somewhere we're running yet
And mostly uphill, me and brother Bill