When I was a young lass I used to like knights
I'd play with their armor and fondle their tights.
Till one day my champion was killed in the fights
Now you'd never be treated that way by a moose
Moose, moose, I like a moose
I've never had anything quite like a moose
I've had lots of lovers my life has been loose
But I've never had anything quite like a moose.
Now when I'm in need of a very good lay,
I go to my closet and get me some hay
I go to my window and spreads it around
Cause a moose always comes when there's hay on the ground
Gorillas are all right on a Saturday night,
Lions and tigers they puts up a fight.
But its just not the same when you slam your caboose
As the feeling you get when you humps with a moose.
I've done it with beasties with long flowing hair
I'd do it with snakes if their fangs weren't there
I've done it with walrus, a monkey and goose
But its just not the same when you screw with a moose.
Now that I'm old and advanced in my years
I look back on my life and she me no tears
As I sit in my chair with my glass of Matheus
Playing hide the salami with marvin the moose
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