LRC歌词
The Hunting Song - Tom Lehrer
I always will remember
It was a year ago november
I went out to hunt some deer
On a morning' bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens seven hunters and a cow
I was in no mood to trifle
I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey
What a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens seven hunters and a cow
The law was very firm it
Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it
And I say there's nothing' to it
You just stand there looking' cute
And when something moves you shoot
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens seven hunters and a pure-bred guernsey cow
I always will remember
It was a year ago november
I went out to hunt some deer
On a morning' bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens seven hunters and a cow
I was in no mood to trifle
I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey
What a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens seven hunters and a cow
The law was very firm it
Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it
And I say there's nothing' to it
You just stand there looking' cute
And when something moves you shoot
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens seven hunters and a pure-bred guernsey cow
文本歌词
The Hunting Song - Tom LehrerI always will rememberIt was a year ago novemberI went out to hunt some deerOn a morning' bright and clearI went and shot the maximum the game laws would allowTwo game wardens seven hunters and a cowI was in no mood to trifleI took down my trusty rifleAnd went out to stalk my preyWhat a haul I made that dayI tied them to my fender and I drove them home somehowTwo game wardens seven hunters and a cowThe law was very firm itTook away my permitThe worst punishment I ever enduredIt turned out there was a reasonCows were out of seasonAnd one of the hunters wasn't insuredPeople ask me how I do itAnd I say there's nothing' to itYou just stand there looking' cuteAnd when something moves you shootAnd there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right nowTwo game wardens seven hunters and a pure-bred guernsey cow
