Second Week of Deer Camp Da Yoopers

[gunshots]

Hey, you shot my cow!

It's the second week of deer camp
I got a swollen head
I'm lying with the dust balls
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 turdy cans of beer
It must been that last shot
That put me under here

[Chorus]
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards, and shoot the 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