Moose-bang Sarah,
Guess she's gonna mow that moose gang down
("Dear Lord, make 'em dead now!")

Moose-bang Sarah. POW! Waste 'em!
("Oh, Lord, true my Mauser!")
Mow that moose gang down. Mow, oh yeah!

You been runnin' ungulates down. POW!
Now field-dress and then cut up that bagged beast
On the ground,
'cause it's dead now.

Slit 'em.
All you gotta do is knife 'em up, Sarah.
Knife, Sarah, knife.
All you gotta do is slice 'em up, Sarah.
Slice, Sarah, slice.
All you gotta do is dice 'em up, Sarah.
Dice, Sarah, dice.
All you gotta do is spice 'em up, Sarah.
Spice, Sarah, spice.

But I'm askin' this:
From a girl are you morphin'
Into an Alaskan beefy guy?
Look ahead! There's a deer!!

She got her a brand-new moose-bang,
Ain't no mere .45, naw!
POW! A thund'rous sound.
Is you guy or woman,
'neath Brobdingnagian hive?

Moose-bang Sarah
("Oh baby, oh Lord!")
Well, I see you and the moose get down
("Yeah, oh Lord, come here!")
This one's gunnin' you with its rounds
("Ohhhhhhhhhhh!")
He's gonna make your back squeak. . .moanin' sounds.
Um, you're a chick, OK, yeah.
Gonna lay ya one more time. Yawl!

Now all he wants to do is ride atop Sarah,
Ride Sarah, ride.
All he wants to do is bite mop of Sarah,
Bite hair o'. . .bite. . . .