What's the Big Deal? Songtext
von Guttermouth

Its a three day weekend
I′m loading up my truck
Got tonnes of beer, might shoot a deer
Blow the shit out of a duck
Stever's got a crossbow, Jamie a shotgun
"Anything that fuckin′ moves!"
"Ready aim fire!"

Oh, my god I cant believe the antlers on that buck
It would take 40 men to load him in my truck

("Nice shot", "nice shot")
("YEE HAW!")
("Got that sucker right between the eyes")
("Lets get a cold one Don")

Love seats made from hides
Stock your smoke house full of meat
Pink and blue and yellow keychains made from rabbits feet
Trade your jerky to the Indian's
Enjoy a coon skin hat
Whip up some homemade crisco with the extra fat


Im wishin'
A flock of geese would fly on by
I can bag not four but five
(Jesus fuckin′ christ)
(Thats the biggest moose i′ve ever seen in my life)
(Get my gun, goddamnit get him!)

Trophies on your wall
Slap some new boots on your feet
The wallet in my pocket kinda smells like meat
A half a dozen quail
A hearty rack of lamb
There must be 50 beavers
In that fuckin' dam!

If I can′t shoot them ill start a forest fire
Watch 'em run right at my gun, no need for Oscar Meyer
(God damn! thats a fine lookin′ piece of meat young man)
(That one's for me)
(Im ready for that one there?)

Love seats made from hides
Stock your smoke house full of meat
Pink and blue and yellow keychains made from rabbits feet
Trade your jerky to the Indian′s
Enjoy a coon skin hat
Whip up some homemade crisco with the extra fat