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Stan the man goes hunting
And wify packs a lunch
Man, that segram's whiskey
Packs a hell of a punch
A hell of a punch

And Willie we call killer
With his rifle and his beer
Willie walks these mountains
He'd love to shoot a deer

So come on boys
We get a little drunk tonight
And make that kill
Well we're all-american workin' boys
Bushin' lumbers down at the mill
And the big one is waiting
And he'll put up a fight
Now here's my twenty dollars
That says I'm the one
To shoot the big one lights
It's hunting season,
It's hunting season

Willie Junior, only six
And he pulls the wings off flies
And daddy beats him up a bit
But Willie Junior never cries

And little Will he wishes
That the season ran all year
So daddy'd go away for good
And get his kicks by shooting dear

So come on boys
We'll get a little drunk tonight
And make that kill
Well we're all-american nine to fiver's
Pushin' lumbers down at the mill
And the big one is waiting
And he'll put up a fight
And here's my twenty dollars
That says I'm the one
To shoot the big one lights

It's hunting season,
It's hunting season
It's hunting season

He's the last deer
In the west

'Cause me and Stan and Willie shot the rest
It's hunting season,
It's hunting season
It's hunting season