[Verse 1]
Dragging feet, animal fat all over the place
She's an automatic trigger
Raised the son of an animal doctor

[Verse 2]
Doo doo-da-da-da, a-doo-doo-doo da-da
I got the fever for a well-[?] lunch
Not curing the punch
I got the fever for a plate full of beaver
Not a crow in the bunch
Was it doo-doo-doo da-da, doo-doo-doo doo da-da
Doo-doo-doo da-da, doo-doo-doo da-da