The Hog Blog

It’s been so bloody long since I went hunting!

I got a hog huntin’ jones
Got a hog huntin’ jones oh baby, oo oo ooo

Yes, I am the victim of a hog huntin’ jones
Ever since I was a little baby, I always be hog huntin’
In fact, I was the huntinest hog hunter in the whole neighborhood
Then, one day, my papa bought me a hog rifle
And I loved that hog rifle
I took that hog rifle with me everywhere I went
That hog rifle was like a hog rifle to me

I even put that hog rifle underneath my pillow
Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep at night
I need help, ladies and gentlemen
I need someone to stand behind me
I need, I need someone to spot that big boar for me across the canyon
Someone to call the range
Someone to help me drag him out
and not poop out on me in the first hell hole
So huntin’ groupies, help me out

(hunting groupies sing repeatedly…)
(Hog huntin’ jones, I got a hog huntin’ jones)
(I got a hog huntin’ jones, oh baby, oo oo ooo)

Oh, that sounds so sweet
Sign it on out
Come on Mike Waddell, Pig Man, sing along with me
That be bad, hunter
Yeah
I want everybody in the whole canyon to stand up and sing with us
Oh yeah, sing it out like you’re proud
All right, everybody huntin’ coast-to-coast, sing along with us
Uncle Ted, sing along with us
Keith Warren, sing along with us
Jackie Bushman, don’t sing nothin’

Oh it feels so good
Give me a hog
I’ll take him with a knife, left handed
I could shoot him with the bow between my toes
I could slip the arrow between his ribs, take off a quarter leave fifteen cents change
I could
I could pop him from a mile away, with one eye poked out and the other covered with my trigger finger
I’m bad, I could shoot him through the eye at 200 paces with a rubberband and a spaghetti noodle
’cause I got a hog huntin’ jones.  Here I come, I could pull the trigger with my eyebrow Yeah
I could shoot him with my nose.  I’m, I’m bad as King Kong, give me the gun, I’m hot, I’m hot as…

(Hog huntin’ Jones, I got a Hog huntin’ Jones, I got a Hog huntin’ Jones, Hog huntin’ Jones)
(Hog huntin’ Jones, I got a Hog huntin’ Jones, I got a Hog huntin’ Jones, Hog huntin’ Jones)
(Hog huntin’ Jones, I got a Hog huntin’ Jones, I got a Hog huntin’ Jones, Hog huntin’ Jones)
(Hog huntin’ Jones, I got a Hog huntin’ Jones, I got a Hog huntin’ Jones, Hog huntin’ Jones)

By the way, I blame Rex for this madness.

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