Second Week of Deer Camp<br />For those of you who have never had the pleasure of hearing this song. It is sang in a heavy scandinavian accent, or Norvigan purhaps.<br /><br />Hey there goes one (BANG!)<br />Hey you shot my cow!<br />It's the second week of deer camp<br />I got a swollen head<br />I'm lying with the dustballs<br />Underneath the bed<br />An icy breeze is blowing<br />Into the tongue and groove<br />My pants are frozen to the floor<br />And I'm too sick to move<br />I didn't drink so many<br />Just durty (thirty) cans of beer<br />It musta been that last shot<br />That put me under here<br /><br />CHORUS<br />It's the second week of deer camp<br />And all the guys are here<br />We drink play cards and shoot the bull<br />But never shoot no deer<br />The only time we leave the camp<br />Is when we go for beer<br />The second week of deer camp<br />Is the greatest time of year<br /><br />I remember playing poker<br />That weasel musta won<br />He's wearing my new swampers<br />And sleeping with my gun<br />He's snoring like a chainsaw<br />The camp smells like a dump<br />Someone's dirty underwear<br />Is hanging on the pump<br />Mickey's in the woodbox<br />Weener's on the stove<br />His flannel shirt is smoking (sniff)<br />I wonder if he knows (YEOW!)<br /><br />CHORUS<br /><br />Beadle's crawling through the door<br />I think he got frostbite<br />He passed out in the outhouse<br />And he's been there since last night<br />Goofus stumbled through the door<br />He says he got a buck<br />He was coming from the wayside<br />And hit it with his truck<br />Musty cracked a beer and said<br />Let's celebrate<br />Goofus caught the first buck<br />Since 1968<br /><br />CHORUS
