SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMP

Da Yoopers

(Dr. Demento's 25th anniversery tape)

Note: This transcription is dedicated to my uncle and

confirmation sponsor, Mr. Anthony Mazanec, who

was the best hunter in the Cleveland area

and who passed away last year



Hey there goes one (BANG!) Hey you shot my cow!

It's the second week of deer camp

I got a swollen head

I'm lying with the dustballs

Underneath the bed

An icy breeze is blowing

Into the tongue and groove

My pants are frozen to the floor

And I'm too sick to move

I didn't drink so many

Just durty (thirty) cans of beer

It musta 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 chainsaw

The camp smells like a dump

Someone's dirty underwear

Is hanging on the pump

Mickey's in the woodbox

Weener's on the stove

His flannel shirt is smoking (sniff)

I wonder if he knows (YEOW!)



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Beadle's crawling through the door

I think he got frostbite

He passed out in the outhouse

And he's been there since last night

Goofus stumbled through the door

He says he got a buck

He was coming from the wayside

And hit it with his truck

Musty cracked a beer and said

Let's celebrate

Goofus caught the first buck

Since 1968



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