Karaoké Da Turdy Point Buck Bananas at Large

Let me tell you that

And you know it's uh not

Not so much the heat as it's the gosh darn humidity you know that

You know that

You know when you sit there in the bed and you're

You're just sweaty you know and you just

You go to reach for the water on the nightstand and you slide right out of bed and the wife says

Stop makin' so much noise you're wakin' me up

Go to sleep

Well let me tell you

Times like that make me think about movin' up north you know

Yeah I'd do it too

Course then I couldn't watch the Packers you know

The Packers are

Gosh I like the Packers

I'd do anything for the Packers

Who can forget Vince Lombardi you know

Back in the glory years

Not me boy

Yeah well anyhow

Gettin' to be that time of year

Yeah

Yeah I'm a deer hunter

How do you do

I got this deer huntin' rappin' tale for you

I'm so excited

It's my favorite time of year

I love to freeze my buns chasin' trophy deer

But don't clap your hands to the stompin' of the feet

'Cos yeah he's like me

He can't, he can't keep a steady beat no

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I got a great big knife 'cos the huntin' is my life

It's my chance to drink beer and get away from the wife

It's the boys night out actin' stupidly

Say now baby baby duh

Yo don't you think maybe how 'bout you and me yeah

Ha ha ha ha

Ah ow

Well we partied all night

Never made it to our bunks and

I was sittin' in the tree stand on the tree dead drunk

Windmill blowin' forty-five

Temp thirty below

I was freezin' to death then it started to snow

So I got down from the tree stand

Start headin' for the truck and that's when I seen it there

The turdy point buck

Turdy point, turdy point

Turdy point buck

Turdy point buck

Well he was eight foot tall

Weighed twelve thousand pounds

With every step there was a sha- sha-shakin' on the ground

He was so rutiful, so beautiful

Strutted right out of my dreams

He was created by God just for outdoor magazines

Now I'm not much for thinkin'

No I don't do it often but I had an idea

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To put that turdy pointer right in his coffin yeah

Turdy point buck

Couldn't get to my grenades

The howitzer was in the shop

My stomach was tied into a monkey knot

Yeah my only hope was Betty Lou

She was the one

A combination AK-Fifty-Seven

Uzi radar laser triple barrel double-scoped heat-seakin' shotgun

Yeah that the women clappin' in the back there

I gotta make that

Well he was comin' for me

Gettin' bigger and bigger but my fingers were so frozen

I could not pull the trigger

I kicked off my boots fired with my big toe

I was Dirty Harry, John Wayne and G.I. Joe

Yeah that turdy point buck was only ten feet away

Yeah still I couldn't seem to hit him and he wouldn't run away and

And after twenty minutes when the smoke cleared there were hunters on the ground and the world's biggest deer

Standin' tall and proud

He looked at me and yawned

And then a flash of white

And there he was gone

Ooh hoo hoo ooh hoo

Well seven men got up and then one fell down

A big lump of blaze orange shakin' on the ground

At first I thought he was one of the boys

But it was a no brother good in law man from illinois

Send him back on the next plane you know

As we jumped into the truck

Sayin' I'm gonna get that

Yeah I'm gonna get that turdy point buck

I'm gonna get that turdy point buck

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Yeah I'm gonna get that turdy point buck

But the last thing I do

I'm gonna get that turdy point

Turdy point buck

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