Blinded by head-lights
Rev-up, strike a moose
A ton o'road-kill in the night

Blinded by head-lights
Rev-up, strike a moose
A ton o'road-kill in the night

Blinded by head-lights
Rev-up, strike a moose
A ton o'road-kill in the night

Redneck pickup-driver
Spittin' chaw-ful saliva
With a green-gray cowboy hat

Hopes for luck
In his truck
As his huntin' rifle's stuck
Up where he's aimin' at

But the recoil on his shoulder's
Gettin' kinda older
He's sick of "shoot-and-reload"

So for this huntin' season
He's into teasin'
All them Bullwinkles onto the road

All them Bullwinkles onto the road,
So he can ---

Blind 'em by head-lights
Rev-up, strike a moose
A ton o'road-kill in the night

Blind 'em by head-lights
Rev-up, strike a moose
Fill-up a freezer in one night

Blind 'em by head-lights
Rev-up, strike a moose
A ton o'road-kill in the night

Blind 'em by head-lights
Rev-up, strike a moose
Fill-up a freezer in one night

Some silicone waitress
At the place where he ate is
Thinkin' he's got what it takes

She said "I'd be your wife Bubba,
but first you must,
give up lust for that moosey steak!"

That redneck Bubba,
He was thinkin'
"Hubba-Hubba!"
As he ogled her massive pair

He loved her rounder-pounders
So much he kneeled down and sounded her
His marriage-proposal right there!

His marriage-proposal right there,
'Cause he was ---

Blinded by head-lights
Revved-up by her boobs
He fell in love with her that night

Blinded by head-lights
Gave up strikin' moose
For lovin' hummers in the night

He knelt down and he begged her to wed
He's gonna give up moose tonight
He's gonna give up moose tonight

(Poor Bubba, that's where the fun is)
(Poor Bubba, that's where the fun is)

Bubba always told the moose to look into the sights of his gun
Poor Bubba, that's where the fun is

Some stinkin' gin-drinkin'
And eye-winkinly-thinkin'
Creature eatin' steak

Said "She'll own your dick-ta-phone,
but it beats bein' alone,
so I'd say accept your fate!"

And some red-eyed Harley-guy was standin' in the corner
Watching her answer "Yes!"

Now that weathered leathered guy
Wipes a teardrop from his eye
Lookin' tough, but, he's a mess!

Harley-guy said "Here's cash for a round!"

Bubba was ---

Blinded by head-lights
Revved-up by her boobs
He fell in love with her that night

Blinded by head-lights
Gave up strikin' moose
For lovin' hummers in the night

[---choruses over background of repeated earlier verses---]

Blinded by head-lights
'fessed-up, made a truce
No more moose-killin' in the night

Blinded by head-lights
Stepped-up to the truth
He knew it's true love at first sight

Blinded by head-lights
Amped-up full of juice
Proposed to marry her that night

Blinded by head-lights
Knelt-down, kissed her boots
She said she'd love to be his wife

Blinded by head-lights
To sleuth for them moose
Was once ol'Bubba's true delight

Blinded by head-lights
Now moose can run loose
Without the fear of Bubba's strike

Blinded by head-lights
Called-up Reverend Bruce
To glue them lovin' two for life

...Blinded by head-lights...

...tied the knot, took his truck for a whirl...
...road-kill-love-makin'...
...through the night...