I've tried huntin' turkey,
then deer and duck,
I Tried riffles then shotguns,
but still no luck.
Maybe I'd do a little better
if I'd just learn how,
To aim my damn riffle,
instead of f*ckin' the farmers cow!!!
Cause I come up for the huntin'
but I stay for the beef.
It's cold out in the meadow
but it's warm in a sheep.
Soon it will be sunrise
but I can't leave right now,
Cause it's midnight in the country
and my dick's in this cow!!!
The barnyard fun gets a startin'
once I get between those furry knees;
But I always wear a glove for the man-beast love
don't want to end up with Mad-Cow Disease.
But cows are too high to get a mount on
and chickens are too tight on my dick.
A sheep however I can count on,
a perfect height and a perfect fit.
This sure beats huntin' and that's no lie,
so (Baaaaa) goes the little sheep,
as I squeeze inside.
A few more joyful thrusts
and I'll soon be done,
just keep a look out for the sheriff...
OH NO HERE HE COMES!!!
I just come up for the huntin'
is what I told the police,
but they caught me getting nasty
in the barn with some sheep.
Now I'm sittin' in the lock down
and I'm bitin' my nails,
cause it's Midnight in the country
and I'm stuck in this jail.