Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

By Beaver Bam Bam Balls, Nittany Valley HHH

Is this the true trail? Is this a goddamn check? Caught in a quagmire Sinking up to my fucking neck Open your eyes, I’ve cut up my thighs and knees.

I’m always off trail, nobody waits for me ‘Cause I’m checking left, checking right There’s no flour in my sight Anywhere the trail goes, doesn’t really matter to me, to me.

The hare, has set a trail Spent hours tromping ‘round, throwing flour on the ground The trail, the trail had just begun And now I’ve gone and left it all behind The hare, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Don’t care to run your trail If I’m not back in time to do a down-down Carry on, carry on, ‘cause it doesn’t really matter.

The trail, has gone it’s way My throat is getting dry, not a beer around to spy Goodbye everybody, I’m off the trail And now I’m going to search for beer in vain Momma, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, I don’t want to die I sometimes wish I’d never left camp at all.

I’m just a little short-cutting little bastard Schadamooch, schadamooch, will you do the Fandango Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very, frightening me Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figero Where did you go…

I’m just a short-cutter, nobody loves me He’s just a short-cutter from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Harriette, run with me, will you let me cum No, we will not let you cum, let him cum No, we will not let you cum, let him cum Let me cum, let him cum, let me cum, let him cum, let me cum… No, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh momma mia, momma mia, momma mia let me cum Beelzebub, has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me…

So we’ve finished the trail and the down-downs are flowing At the apre’ we’re looking for bimbos for blowing Oh, baby, at the apre’ baby Just don’t run our, just don’t you run out of beer.

Oooh … Oh, yah, oh, yah.

The trail doesn’t matter, anyone can see The apre’ really matters, the apre’ really matters to me.

Anywhere the trail goes… .