I always will remember
 'Twas a year ago, November
 I went out to hunt some deer
 On a morning 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 it came down 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 nothing to it
 You just stand there looking 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
The hunting song