#01813
Me And Bill (Buddy Wasisname)

Oh, me and Bill went hunting moose,
In a pickup truck seldom used,
With the horsepower burned up long ago,
Scarcely enough to make her go;
And it had very little brakes,
Made the squeaking poor brakes make,
We rode to the top of the hill,
Driving mad like stunned folks will.

And we came down the hill,
At the wheel was poor Bill.

Well, the tires started screaming,
And the radiator's steaming,
And the speed it was increasing,
And Bill he's hard of seeing;
We swerved along the wheeling,
To avoid a great collision,
With a big bull moose,
At the bottom of the hill.

Well, when I screamed Bill hit the brakes,
We missed the hairy ambulate,
But with the fright the engine died,
Couldn't climb the other rise;
Speed dropped till we stood still,
And backwards we went down the hill,
And if the brakes were poor at first,
They were bloody useless in reverse.

And we backed down the hill,
At the wheel was poor Bill.

Well, the tires started screaming,
And the radiator's steaming,
And the speed it was increasing,
And Bill he's hard of seeing;
We swerved along the wheeling,
To avoid a great collision,
With a big bull moose,
At the bottom of the hill.

Our pickup truck had no tailgate,
We scooped him off his four long legs,
And though that was not real abuse,
The moose we caught was not amused;
As we rolled back up the grade,
The moose recovered and stood up straight,
It jumped clear when we stopped,
And down the hill the thing took off.

So we followed down the hill,
Here was me and there was Bill.

Well, the tires started screaming,
And the radiator's steaming,
And the speed it was increasing,
And Bill he's hard of seeing;
We swerved along the wheeling,
To avoid a great collision,
With a big bull moose,
At the bottom of the hill.

We met again in the valley below,
Rolled to a stop and the rad did blow,
With frothing mouth and glaring eyes,
"I've had enough" the moose decides;
I hops out to shoot this thing,
Bill turns chicken and took to wing,
As I gained to make the kill,
"I've got the bullets," roared stunned Bill.

And it chased Bill up the hill,
Here was me and there was Bill.

Well, the gap it was decreasing,
I could hear the thing a-wheezing,
And as I gained my freedom,
The moose took Bill and treed him;
And he clung there all evening,
And I was glad to leave him but,
The next time I wants moose,
I'm a-not going hunting with Bill!
Yes, the next time I wants moose,
I'm a-not going hunting with Bill!

####.... Kevin Blackmore of Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers ....####
Recorded by Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers (100% Pure, trk#8, 1993, Third Wave Productions, Gander, NL).

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