Goodbye Squirrel lyrics

Whispers: Be Vewy Vewy quiet. We are hunting... something.

Me and Harold Bumpert were outdoors men
Set in our backwoods ways
Both members of the huntin` club
Both active in the NRA -Nation Redneck Association
We scouted a location where we had no doubt
We`d kill the biggest buck in the world-about a 34 pointer
Harold waited in his tree stand but all he seen was a squirrel

(squirrel sounds)

Dang near two weeks since the the season started and
Neither one of us was amused
We had a on real tree camo, high-powered ammo
But no big game to shoot
Then we finally saw a deer as big as a horse
Harold had it in his cross-hairs
But that squirrel jumped off a branch above us and
Landed in Harold`s hair (...get it out...)

Harold fell off the stand, on his head he landed
Like a wimp he laid there he cried
Till I climbed on down, picked him up off the ground
And it didn`t take us long to decide...that squirrel had to die
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Good-bye squirrel-with black-eyed peas
Your gonna taste good to me-squirrel
It`s you or me
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Come on out of that tree-squirrel
Hey guess what-You`ve eaten your last nut-squirrel

Me and Harold went down to the surplus store
Bought a keg of dynomite
Two baseball bats and a case of M80`s
We were in for one heck of a fight-we`ll show you

When your huntin` with dumb and dumber
Somethings surely bound to go wrong-now be careful
And when Harold lit that real short fuse
I knew it wouldn`t be long

When the dynamite blew
Harold`s foot did too
And fingers began to fly
We were barely alive when the Game Warden `rived
And much to our suprise, that squirrel didn`t die
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Good-bye squirrel
Just one more shot (boom) , you`ll be in my crock pot-squirrel
You`ll make a lunch, you over grown chipmunk-squirrel
I`ll skin ya hide
And make a hat when it`s dried-squirrel

Dadblame, Earl, my gosh, Ronnie Milsap could see better than you.
I said gimme that, gimme that gun... Look out!(boom boom .. boom)
I think I killed something.