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Calling you, calling you,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you;
I've been up since the morning light trying to get you in my sights,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you.
In the summer you can be found, on the highway in our town,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you;
Now the leaves are turning brown and you're nowhere to be found,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you.
Calling you, calling you,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you;
I've been up since the morning light trying to get you in my sights,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you.
Now there's a pretty little miss just here waiting for your kiss,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you;
This could be your final chance to find some true romance,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you.
Calling you, calling you,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you;
I've been up since the morning light trying to get you in my sights,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you.
Every guy that passes by got that same look in his eye,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you;
Will I be the only man with no meat for the frying pan,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose I'm calling you.
Calling you, calling you,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you;
I've been up since the morning light trying to get you in my sights,
Can't you hear me, Mr. Moose, I'm calling you.
Recorded by The Landsmen (One For All, trk#2, 2004, Village Music Center, Corner Brook, NL, produced by Lloyd Bartlett and The Landsmen)
