Ready, kids?  Okay, Hands on head!  Here we go with the 
MOOSE SONG!

CHORUS
(SUNG WHILE SLIGHTLY DRUNK MAKING ANTLERS ON HEAD WITH HANDS): 

Moose, moose, I love a moose,
I've never had anything quite like a moose, 
My life has been merry, 
My women been loose, 
But nothing compares to the love of a moose.

    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

When I'm in the mood for a very fine lay,
I go to the closet and pull out some hay,
I open the window and spread it around,
Because moose will come running when there's hay on the ground.

When I was a young lad I played with the girls,
I'd fondle their titties and twirl their curls, 
But my true love ran off with a classmate named Bruce,
I never got treated that way by a moose.

Women like pearls and diamonds and cars,
I spend all my money on them in bars, 
But a moose is content to be tied to a tree, 
While I find other mooses to satisfy me.

Now I've made it with all kinds of beasties with hair,
I'd make it with snakes if their fangs were not there,
I've made it with walrus, two ducks and a goose, 
But I've never had anything quite like a moose.

Now gorillas are fine for a Saturday night,
And lions and tigers, they puts up a fight, 
But it just ain't the same when you slams your caboose 
As the feeling you gets when you humps with a moose.

Return to our Page