Buck Fever

Here it is that time of year again

It happens every season

Your husband leaves you for another one

He never gives a reason

The boys start gathering in the yard

Proudly showing off their weapons

Gearing up 'cause come tomorrow

The season officially opens

He'll disappear in to the woods

You won't see him for a week

Dressed to kill in camouflage

He looks like some kind of a freak

Mighty hunters, armed and dangerous

Especially to each other

Fresh off of the city streets

Are these fearless Bambi hunters

The primal instinct to survive

Is quickly understood

Now it's either do or die

It's the age-old test of manhood

To bring back a buck with a sixteen-point rack

He'd sell his soul to the devil himself

He would pay any price or do anything

For a head to hang over the fireplace shelf