I always will remember
'Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a mornin' 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 reason
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it
And I say "There's nothin' to it
You just stand there lookin' 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