We’re here at the Snooze & Booze, its moose season again.
Seven men in all, just a group of friends.
Dinsmore has the license, Calhoun will make the call,
When that horny bugger appears, you know its gonna fall.
Shooting the moose, shooting the moose,
Their like a pack of wolves on the loose.
When the smoke has cleared and the moose is on the ground,
The boys will all drink a beer and dance all around.
Arden turned the wipers on and to his surprise,
А cow saunders up the road unaware of its dimise.
Donnie got his rifle out and shot it in the leg,
Arden thought it might get away, Donnie shot the other leg.
Shooting the moose, shooting the moose,
Their like a pack of wolves on the loose.
When the smoke has cleared and the moose is on the ground,
The boys will all drink a beer and dance all around.
Now the fun is over and they have to bring it in,
Arden, Don & Terry, Nole, Guy and Ken.
We know they have lots of rope and their backs are very strong,
While George is back at the camp writing up this song.
About shooting the moose, shooting the moose,
Were all real happy they got the moose.
When the boys get back to camp, the stories they will tell,
And if you believe a single word your crazier than hell.
Shooting the moose, shooting the moose,
Their like a pack of wolves on the loose.
I know we could add verses to continue on & on,
But I think its time we ended this little song.
About shooting the moose, shooting the moose
Its time we stopped singing about the Moose...