A
bawdy wenching song:
Chorus:
Moose, moose, I like a moose.
I've never had anything quite like a moose.
I've had many lovers, my life has been loose,
But I've never had anything quite like a moose.
When I was a younger I used to like boys,
I fondled their bodies, I played with their toys.
Till me husband ran off with a salesman named
Bruce.
You'll never get treated that way by a
moose!
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I've done it with all sorts of beasties with hair;
I'd do it with snakes if their fangs were't there,
But it's not just the same when you pull the caboose,
As the feeling you get when you're ramming a moose!
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The people of old, they had their icons,
The Greeks, the Romans, the Amazons,
But get away God, Allah, Buddha and Zeus,
I'll only go down on my knees for a moose!
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When I'm in the mood for a very fine lay,
I go to the barn and I get me some hay.
I open the window and spread it around,
Cause the moose always comes when there's hay on the ground!
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