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Like to go moose hunting, hunting in the fall!
Like to go moose hunting, answer the hunting call!
"Gotta get me moose b'y!"
Well first to get a moose license, you apply for six whole years,
At 35 dollars a crack old man, with a partner for half shares!
And when you get the license c***, tis area 28,
Nowhere near civilization, three hundred miles away!
But I gotta get me moose b'y!
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To get ya where you're going, it's a Hilton on four wheels!
Gets easily stuck, and the gas tank leaks and something up front squeals!
We met four fellows on a trip, and we got on the beer,
They were on their way, to our back yards, and we was off to theirs!
Gotta get me moose b'y!
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Trottin on the bogs me by's, with a knapsack on your back.
And you knows he's always just ahead, the fresh b***ons in his tracks!
But maybe we can hear us b'ys, or maybe it's his snout,
I allow it's not hard to get a whiff of we, after five or six days out!
Gotta get me moose b'y!
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At last we saw a great big bull, and o my what a fuss!
Fired ten shots and had to run, he started chasing us!
But when we got 'im killed me lads, I had to panch his gut,
My manly hunting instinct left, and me supper all heaved up!
Gotta get me moose b'y!
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Jack we got to lug him out, you were nice to have along.
But my next partner will be a wrestler, twice as big and strong!
And never again will I go out, across the bog so far,
I wait till I sees one on the road, and I'll wing him with me car! Ha!
That's how I'll get me moose b'ys!
Chorus:
Like to go moose hunting, hunting in the fall!
Like to go moose hunting, answer the hunting call!
"Gotta get me moose b'y!"
Well first to get a moose license, you apply for six whole years,
At 35 dollars a crack old man, with a partner for half shares!
And when you get the license c***, tis area 28,
Nowhere near civilization, three hundred miles away!
But I gotta get me moose b'y!
Chorus:
To get ya where you're going, it's a Hilton on four wheels!
Gets easily stuck, and the gas tank leaks and something up front squeals!
We met four fellows on a trip, and we got on the beer,
They were on their way, to our back yards, and we was off to theirs!
Gotta get me moose b'y!
Chorus:
Trottin on the bogs me by's, with a knapsack on your back.
And you knows he's always just ahead, the fresh b***ons in his tracks!
But maybe we can hear us b'ys, or maybe it's his snout,
I allow it's not hard to get a whiff of we, after five or six days out!
Gotta get me moose b'y!
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At last we saw a great big bull, and o my what a fuss!
Fired ten shots and had to run, he started chasing us!
But when we got 'im killed me lads, I had to panch his gut,
My manly hunting instinct left, and me supper all heaved up!
Gotta get me moose b'y!
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Jack we got to lug him out, you were nice to have along.
But my next partner will be a wrestler, twice as big and strong!
And never again will I go out, across the bog so far,
I wait till I sees one on the road, and I'll wing him with me car! Ha!
That's how I'll get me moose b'ys!
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