I woke up the other day
I'd spent the night with a grenade
I pulled the pin and threw it 'round
The sun came up and the moon went down
Early mornin'
I'm a-whistlin'
I'm goin' hunting

Yes hunting's the best sport of all
You're always on the team with the ball
You hold your opponents up by the head
To get your picture with something dead
Me and my buddies
Out gettin' groceries
Just like the cavemen

Dodging leaves, sniffing limbs
I rubbed some urine on my skin
I saw some deer, I saw some geese
I saw a yella' man up in my tree
Sittin' and waitin'
Up in my spot
That's where I shoot at 'em from

I said "come down here my good man
For can't you see you're on my land"
I sent him on his way but then
He turned and shot me and all my friends
He's a bad hunter
A bad sportsman
Good killer though

Well the nazi's died off scared and runnin'
And them terrorists will get what they've got coming
But this bullet hole in me ain't fair
I was in the woods just standing there
I can't even remember what I went there to do

So now I'm done with the game and gun
I pulled the clay and I had my fun
Now I've just got this song to sing
I don't feel like hunting much of anything
I'm just gonna stay home
Maybe get into breeding

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