(Piano Intro.)



I always will remember 'twas a year ago November,

I went out to hunt some deer,

On a morning, bright and clear.

I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow,

Two game wardens, seven hunters and a cow.



I was in no mood to trifle, I took down my trusty rifle,

And went out to stalk my prey,

What a haul I made that day,

I tied them to my fender and I drove them home, somehow,

Two game wardens, seven hunters and a cow.



The law was very firm - it,took away my permit,

The worst punishment I ever endured.

It turned out there was a reason, cows were out of season,

And one of the hunters, - wasn't insured.



People ask me how I do it,

And I say there's nothing to it,

You just stand there looking cute,

And when something moves, - you shoot.



And there's ten stuffed heads,

In my trophy room right now,

Two game wardens, seven hunters,

And a pure bred Guernsey cow





(gd/naas)