Last Of The Big Game Hunters lyrics

I have heard dandelions
Roaring out in my backyard.
A direct approach is dangerous
Until you`re sure they`ve dropped their guard.
You`d be better off to wait
Until the brutes go for the bait
And when they can`t anticipate
Is when you pounce and break their necks.

Sure, some call me insane...
But danger is my middle name.

I have spied tiger-spiders
On the prowl along my fence.
But the speed at which they travel
Makes a chase much too intense.
So you set your traps with care,
Scattering them here and there,
Hoping for a leg to snare
(And with eight, the odds are in your favour.)

Watch out they can maim
Even with a leg left lame.
Sure, some call me insane...
But danger is my middle name.

There is one great adversary
That consumes my thoughts foremost.
You see, a dragonfly breathes fire,
So its not safe to get too close.
But its hard to be aware
Of them appearing from nowhere
As they swoop down through the air.
I might just need a rocket-launcher.

Not even scalding flame
Could make me shake my aim.
Sure, some call me insane...
But danger is my middle name