Lyrics
Song by Every Ape and His Brother
Set to the tune of Hash Pipe by Weezer
First verse
The ducks are so tasty;
And they hide in the shed!
I will cut them up I will not;
Rest till they're dead!
The autumn is coming;
And it's time to harvest!
And their drumsticks are certain;
To pass my taste test!
First chorus
Oh! They're quacking at me!
Oh! They're quacking at me!
(Oh...) They're running from me!
(Oh...) They've got their feathers!
(Oh...) Got butchering fever!
[Instrumental break]
Second verse
I love the Muscovies;
They taste the best, to go!
They huff rather than quack;
Thought you wanted to know!
The nailed log is ready;
Now the birdie go chop!
And into the bucket
Bought at the concrete shop!
Second chorus
Oh! They're quacking at me!
Oh! They're quacking at me!
(Oh...) They're running from me!
(Oh...) They've got their feathers!
(Oh...) Got butchering fever!
(Oh...) They try escaping!
I brought a meat cleaver!
[Instrument break]
Final chorus
Oh! They're quacking at me!/
Oh! They're quacking at me!
(Oh...) They're running from me!
(Oh...) They've got their feathers!/
(Oh...) Got butchering fever!
(Oh...) They try escaping!
I brought a meat cleaver!
(Ugh!)
(I got a meat cleaver!)
[Instrument break]
(I brought a meat cleaver!)
Lyrics © 2011 Dozerfleet Records.
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