Da Second Week Of Deer Camp – Da Yoopers – letras

ITS THE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMPI GOT A SWOLLEN HEADI’M LYING WITH THE DUST BALLSUNDERNEATH MY BEDAN ICY BREEZE IS BLOWING INTHROUGH THE TONGUE AND GROOVEMY PANTS ARE FROZEN TO THE FLOORAND I’M TOO SICK TO MOVEI DIDN’T DRINK TOO MANYONLY THIRTY CANS OF BEERIT MUST HAVE BEEN THAT LAST SHOTTHAT PUT ME UNDER HERECHORUS:IT’S THE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMPAND ALL THE GUYS ARE HEREWE DRINK PLAY CARDS AND SHOOT THE BULLBUT NEVER SHOOT NO DEERTHE ONLY TIME WE LEAVE THE CAMPIS WHEN WE GO FOR BEERTHE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMPIS THE GREATEST TIME OF YEARI REMEMBER PLAYING POKERTHAT WEASEL MUSTA WONHE’S WEARING MY NEW SWAMPERSAND SLEEPING WITH MY GUNHE’S SNORING LIKE A CHAIN SAWTHE CAMP SMELLS LIKE A DUMPSOMEONE’S DIRTY UNDERWEARIS HANGING ON THE PUMPMUKKU’S IN THE WOOD BOXEENER’S PASSED OUT ON THE STOVEHIS FLANNEL SHIRT IS SMOKINGI WONDER IF HE KNOWSCHORUSVITO’S CRAWLING THROUGH THE DOORI THINK HE GOT FROSTBITEHE PASSED OUT IN THE OUTHOUSEAND HE’S BEEN THERE SINCE LAST NIGHTTHEN GOOFUS STUMBLES THROUGH THE DOORHE SAYS HE GOT A BUCKHE WAS COMING FROM THE WAYSIDEAND HE KILLED IT WITH HIS TRUCKTHEN MUUSTI CRACKS A BEER AND SAYSITS TIME TO CELEBRATEGOOFUS GOT THE FIRST BUCKSINCE 1968CHORUS