THE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMP
Da Yoopers


(Spoken)
Someone: Hey, there goes one! (Two gunshots.)
Someone Else: Hey! You shot my cow! 

It's the second week of deer camp,
I got a swollen head,
I'm lying with the dustballs,
Underneath my bed.
An icy breeze is blowing in
Through the tongue and groove,
My pants are frozen to the floor
And I'm too sick to move. 

I didn't drink too many,
Only thirty cans of beer,
It must have been that last shot
That put me under here. 

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here,
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer.
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer,
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year. 

I remember playing poker,
That weasel must have won,
He's wearing my new swampers
And sleeping with my gun.
He's snoring like a chainsaw,
The camp smells like a dump,
Someone's dirty underwear
Is hanging on the pump. 

Mukku's in the woodbox,
Eener's passed out on the stove,
His flannel shirt is smoking,
I wonder if he knows. 

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here,
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer.
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer,
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year. 

Vito's crawling through the door,
I think he got frostbite,
He passed out in the outhouse
And he's been there since last night.
Goofus stumbles through the door,
He says he got a buck:
He was coming from the wayside
And he killed it with his truck. 

And Musti cracks a beer and says,
"It's time to celebrate.
Goofus got the first buck
Since 1968." 

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here,
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer.
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer,
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year. 

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here,
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer...