Album: One Can Short Of A Six-Pack
We're mighty manly hunting men
All-american males
Once a year we leave our homes
To hit the hunting trail
We pack up the pickup
With guns and pork and beans
Lots of toilet paper and Girly magazines
We hit the ruts in four-wheel drive
Then we grab a beer
By the time we get to camp
We're into other gear
We sit around the campfire
Grunt and sniff eachother
Bankers, Lawyers, Garbagemen
Out here we're hunting brothers
Hunting is a manly thing
Girls don't understand
We're the men the hunters
The masters of the land
We post we boast we lie alot
And drink a lot of beer
We belch we stink we bond we drink
And always get a deer
We're wide awake and ready
Right at the crack of noon
Go and stalk that savage beast
Just like Daniel Boon
You think you hear a buck snort
Or maybe its a bear
But its just another hunter
Passing stinky air
Sitting in the deer blind
You know what freedom is
You don't have to go and hide
Just to take a whiz
Just stand out in the open
Draw pictures in the snow
Wear that same old underwear
For two weeks in a row
Hunting is a manly thing
Girls don't understand
We're the men the hunters
The masters of the land
We post we boast we lie alot
And drink a lot of beer
We belch we stink we bond we drink
And always get a deer
We clean up our favorite gun
Put on our hunting shirts
Grab a can of deer scent
Give a couple squirts
Through the savage wilderness
We move without a sound
Finially up ahead we see
Our favorite hunting ground
We all grab an empty post
Up on Mahogony ridge
Right next to that Jukebox
The peanuts and fridge
Old swamp bucks all gather round
Snorting shots and beers
Watching all those bucks in rut
Chase two-legged deer
Hunting is a manly thing
Girls don't understand
We're the men the hunters
The masters of the land
We post we boast we lie alot
And drink a lot of beer
We belch we stink we bond we drink
And always get a deer