Moose Song (Version 1)

Tune: Sweet Betsy From Pike

 

CHORUS:
(sung while 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 hay's 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 the bars,
But a moose is content to be tied to a tree,
While I find other mooses to satisfy me,

(Wimmin's Verse)
All my past lovers did brag about size,
Those tales of twelve inches were nothing but lies,
But a moose is the size that a man ought to be,
That's why from now on its only mooses for me.

When I was much younger I read dirty books,
I stroked myself with each gazing look,
But nothing can make my eyes start to twinkle,
Like the feeling I get jacking off to Bullwinkle.

Now that I'm older and on into my years,
I'll have you know I shed no tears,
While I sit by the fire with a glass of Mateuse,
Playing hide the salami with Marvin the moose.

Keywords: animal, sex, bestiality