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
REFRAIN 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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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
REFRAIN 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!)
REFRAIN
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
REFRAIN fade while repeating refrain
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