I've tried huntin' turkey, 
then deer and duck,
I Tried riffles then shotguns, 
but still no luck.
Maybe I'd do a little better 
if I'd just learn how,
To aim my damn riffle, 
instead of fuckin' the farmers cow!!!
Cause I come up for the huntin' 
but I stay for the beef.
It's cold out in the meadow 
but it's warm in a sheep.
Soon it will be sunrise 
but I can't leave right now,
Cause it's midnight in the country 
and my dick's in this cow!!!
The barnyard fun gets a startin'
once I get between those furry knees;
But I always wear a glove for the man-beast love 
don't want to end up with Mad-Cow Disease.
But cows are too high to get a mount on 
and chickens are too tight on my dick. 
A sheep however I can count on, 
a perfect height and a perfect fit.
This sure beats huntin' and that's no lie, 
so (Baaaaa) goes the little sheep, 
as I squeeze inside. 
A few more joyful thrusts 
and I'll soon be done, 
just keep a look out for the sheriff... 
OH NO HERE HE COMES!!!
I just come up for the huntin' 
is what I told the police, 
but they caught me getting nasty 
in the barn with some sheep. 
Now I'm sittin' in the lock down 
and I'm bitin' my nails, 
cause it's Midnight in the country 
and I'm stuck in this jail.