It's a 3 day weekend
I'm loading up my truck
Got tons of beer, might shoot a deer
Blow the shit out of a duck
Stever's got a cross bow
Jamie a shotgun
(Anything that fucking moves
Ready! Aim! Fire!)

Oh my god I can't believe
The antlers on that buck
It would take 40 men
To load him in the truck
(Nice Shot! Nice Shot! Nice Shot!
Got that sucker right between the eyes
Let's get a cold one, Don)

Love seats made from hides
Stock your smoke house full of meat
Pink and blue and yellow key chains
Made from rabbits feet
Trade your jerky to the Indians
Enjoy a goon skin hat
Whip up some homemade Crisco
With the extra fat
I'm wishin' a flock of geese would fly on by
I'm hopin' I can bag not 4 but 5
Reloldin'
(Jesus fucking Christ!
That's the biggest moose I have ever seen
Get my gun god damn it get him!)

Trophy 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 the fucking dam

If I can't shoot them
I'll start a forest fire
Watch em' run right at my gun
No need for Oscar Meyer
(God damn that's a fine looking piece of meat young man!
Yeah that ones for me!
I'm ready for that one there!)

Love seats made from hides
Stock your smoke house full of meat
Pink and blue and yellow key chains
Made from rabbits feet
Trade your jerky to the Indians
Enjoy a goon skin hat
Whip up some homemade Crisco
With the extra fat