Ah, how clearly I remember, twas a year ago November

I went out to shoot some deer, on a morning bright and clear

I went and shot the maximum, the game laws would allow

2 game wardens, 7 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 brought them home, somehow

2 game wardens, 7 hunters, and a cow

The law was very 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 10 mounted heads in my trophy room right now.

2 game wardens, 7 hunters, and a pure bred Jersey cow.