Carl's War
Written by: Xena91388
Based on the song Cows With Guns
Copyright 1996 Lyons Brothers Music (BMI)
*Grabs guitar and sits down*
Mighty and lean, bright as the sun
Shine a light in their eyes, they become quite dumb.
Deer ain't dumb!
They eat to live, live to die
Die to be et when a hunter passes by.
Deer get gunned.
Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
Few heard enraged Carl's BWEEOOH.
Deer are bummed.
He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
He loved Bonaparte, a revolutionary veal
Carl got done.
He howled about conquests, but nobody stirred
Mating season is not, a time to be heard.
Deer gotta rut.
He bweohed and he bellowed, "I will conquer the humans! I will not be idle!
Though, it may take a while."
The plan's begun.
But then he got lost, fell into a crate
Loaded into Lance's truck, he was delivered to his fate.
Where's Carl gone?
The crate arrived quickly, in an airship it flew
The clerk rushed to open it, then his eyes grew.
Time for fun.
He screamed and he hollered, for help he did cry
The bloodbath not ending 'till Carl spat in his eye.
Um. . . Carl won. . . .
Surrounded by novelties, of various prices
Carl was left to his own devices.
The battle's not yet won.
And that, boys and girls, is the end of my song
but this story's far from done, it shan't take long.
Written by: Xena91388
Based on the song Cows With Guns
Copyright 1996 Lyons Brothers Music (BMI)
*Grabs guitar and sits down*
Mighty and lean, bright as the sun
Shine a light in their eyes, they become quite dumb.
Deer ain't dumb!
They eat to live, live to die
Die to be et when a hunter passes by.
Deer get gunned.
Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
Few heard enraged Carl's BWEEOOH.
Deer are bummed.
He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
He loved Bonaparte, a revolutionary veal
Carl got done.
He howled about conquests, but nobody stirred
Mating season is not, a time to be heard.
Deer gotta rut.
He bweohed and he bellowed, "I will conquer the humans! I will not be idle!
Though, it may take a while."
The plan's begun.
But then he got lost, fell into a crate
Loaded into Lance's truck, he was delivered to his fate.
Where's Carl gone?
The crate arrived quickly, in an airship it flew
The clerk rushed to open it, then his eyes grew.
Time for fun.
He screamed and he hollered, for help he did cry
The bloodbath not ending 'till Carl spat in his eye.
Um. . . Carl won. . . .
Surrounded by novelties, of various prices
Carl was left to his own devices.
The battle's not yet won.
And that, boys and girls, is the end of my song
but this story's far from done, it shan't take long.
Whoo! Finished, weird things pop out of my head when I'm sleep deprived. Maybe I'll write a Part 2 about Frontier Skies and PieHard.
