MOOSE

I went huntin' fer beaver,

And landed a hand fulla moose.

Let me tell ya, brother,

My insides went all loose.

Sumpin' exploded, my face went green,

Well dat da funny-it beaver I ever seen.

Uh-huh, honey, I love ya,

But I don't dig dat moose.

I got loafers made 'a gophers,

Man, they sure look good.

I skin my chauffers,

And bury 'em deep inna woods.

Got a vest made 'a

Gorilla chest,

Man, it makes me feel the best.

When I'm struttin' my stuff,

Gorilla hair makes me feel good.

I like chickens,

And sometimes I like goose.

I like finger-lickin' beaver,

But I don't dig no moose.

Specially when her name is BRUCE!!!!!

I say queer,

You say......."debonaire"

I want sumpin' fuzzy,

All ya got's 'at chocolate eclair.

'Scuse me, what's that between yer teeth?

Well, it's all pink and red,

Just like Gorilla meat!

Between monkeys and mooses,

I'm losin' my gorilla hair.

I like otters wit udders,

What ain't got no mudders,

Dat's my way.

But when da fodder comes home, well,

We all runs away.

Hallelujah, I just got spayed,

Down at the local YMCA.

Now I got nuttin' ta strut,

But I tink I feels OK.

I like chickens,

And sometimes I like goose.

I like finger-lickin' beaver,

But I don't dig no moose.

Specially when her name is BRUCE!!!!!