The Hunting Song - Tom Lehrer
I always will remember
'Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a mornin' 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 nothin' to it
You just stand there lookin' 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
