What’s the Big Deal?

Lyrics
It's a 3 day weekend I'm loading up my truck Got tons of beer, might shoot a deer Blow the shit out of a duck Stever's got a cross bow Jamie a shotgun (Anything that fucking moves Ready! Aim! Fire!) Oh my god I can't believe The antlers on that buck It would take 40 men To load him in the truck (Nice Shot! Nice Shot! Nice Shot! Got that sucker right between the eyes Let's get a cold one, Don) Love seats made from hides Stock your smoke house full of meat Pink and blue and yellow key chains Made from rabbits feet Trade your jerky to the Indians Enjoy a goon skin hat Whip up some homemade Crisco With the extra fat I'm wishin' a flock of geese would fly on by I'm hopin' I can bag not 4 but 5 Reloldin' (Jesus fucking Christ! That's the biggest moose I have ever seen Get my gun god damn it get him!) Trophy on your wall Slap some new boots on your feet The wallet in my pocket Kinda smells like meat A half a dozen quail A hearty rack of lamb There must be 50 beavers In the fucking dam If I can't shoot them I'll start a forest fire Watch em' run right at my gun No need for Oscar Meyer (God damn that's a fine looking piece of meat young man! Yeah that ones for me! I'm ready for that one there!) Love seats made from hides Stock your smoke house full of meat Pink and blue and yellow key chains Made from rabbits feet Trade your jerky to the Indians Enjoy a goon skin hat Whip up some homemade Crisco With the extra fat
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Credits
- Writers
- Guttermouth