ITS THE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMP

I GOT A SWOLLEN HEAD

I'M LYING WITH THE DUST BALLS

UNDERNEATH MY BED



AN ICY BREEZE IS BLOWING IN

THROUGH THE TONGUE AND GROOVE

MY PANTS ARE FROZEN TO THE FLOOR

AND I'M TOO SICK TO MOVE



I DIDN'T DRINK TOO MANY

ONLY THIRTY CANS OF BEER

IT MUST HAVE BEEN THAT LAST SHOT

THAT PUT ME UNDER HERE



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IT'S THE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMP

AND ALL THE GUYS ARE HERE

WE DRINK PLAY CARDS AND SHOOT THE BULL

BUT NEVER SHOOT NO DEER

THE ONLY TIME WE LEAVE THE CAMP

IS WHEN WE GO FOR BEER

THE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMP

IS THE GREATEST TIME OF YEAR



I REMEMBER PLAYING POKER

THAT WEASEL MUSTA WON

HE'S WEARING MY NEW SWAMPERS

AND SLEEPING WITH MY GUN



HE'S SNORING LIKE A CHAIN SAW

THE CAMP SMELLS LIKE A DUMP

SOMEONE'S DIRTY UNDERWEAR

IS HANGING ON THE PUMP



MUKKU’S IN THE WOOD BOX

EENER’S PASSED OUT ON THE STOVE

HIS FLANNEL SHIRT IS SMOKING

I WONDER IF HE KNOWS



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VITO’S CRAWLING THROUGH THE DOOR

I THINK HE GOT FROSTBITE

HE PASSED OUT IN THE OUTHOUSE

AND HE'S BEEN THERE SINCE LAST NIGHT



THEN GOOFUS STUMBLES THROUGH THE DOOR

HE SAYS HE GOT A BUCK

HE WAS COMING FROM THE WAYSIDE

AND HE KILLED IT WITH HIS TRUCK



THEN MUUSTI CRACKS A BEER AND SAYS

ITS TIME TO CELEBRATE

GOOFUS GOT THE FIRST BUCK

SINCE 1968



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