| Greetings! |
| My name is Daffy |
| There’s no other duck like me |
| Because I’m so daffy |
| And the reason I’m daffy |
| And so gosh-derned riff-raffy |
| And so screwy and laffy |
| Is because those hunters won’t leave me alone |
| Oh, why don’t they hunt some other animal for a change? |
| So, that I won’t have to end up on a kitchen range |
| But no, duck hunting’s all the rage and they won’t let me be |
| And I’m so full of bullets, I’m lit up like a Christmas tree |
| There’s so much I’d like to do if I just had the chance |
| I’d like to play and romp and even sing and do a dance |
| I would read the latest book |
| Go swimming in the babbling brook |
| I’d like to fly the seven seas |
| Play hide and seek among the trees |
| I’d play hop scotch and double dutch |
| And this and that and things and such |
| I know that isn’t asking much |
| But all these things I daresn’t touch |
| It’s bang! bang! here, and bang! bang! there |
| Bullets flying everywhere |
| I can’t stand it any longer |
| I get weak and they get stronger |
| Hunters to the right of me |
| Hunters to the left I see |
| Over hill and over dale |
| Bullets whizzing past my tail |
| There’s no rest and there’s no peace |
| Won’t this shooting ever cease |
| Morning, noon, and through the night |
| That’s why I look such a fright |
| BANG! BANG! BANG! |
| I’m only sixteen yards ahead |
| BANG! BANG! BANG! |
| They’re shooting straight at me |
| HOO! HOO! HOO! |
| They won’t let up until I’m dead |
| HOO! HOO! HOO! |
| Why can’t they let me be? |
| Why don’t they hunt big wild moose |
| Or chase a reindeer on the loose |
| There’s possums, chipmunks, caribou |
| Or rabbit for a rabbit stew |
| Raccoons, squirrels, porcupines |
| Monkeys swinging on the vines |
| Leopards with or without spots |
| Wildcats with or without dots |
| Elephants, badgers, kangaroos |
| Lions, tigers, cows that moo |
| Wolf and mice and prairie ox |
| Red and grey and silver fox |
| DAFFY! They drive me daffy! |
| Those hunters with their great big guns |
| They’re all uncles, cousins, fathers, sons |
| Crazy! They got me hazy |
| With all that rootin'-flootin'-hootin'-tootin'-high-falootin' noisy |
| Shootin' |
| Closer! They’re gettin' closer |
| With shotguns, pistols, bows and arrows, rifles, knives, and other |
| Deadly trifles |
| Scram now! While I’m still able |
| You’re nuts if you think that I’m gonna end up on somebody’s dinner table |
| Sooooo, Good-bye! |
| So long now! |
| Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo. |