We've been snowed in for 'bout sixteen days
you asked about food, and I didn't quite know what to say
Two cans of green beens and leftover deer
but that won't last long, and we'll soon be in tears

Oh, we're almost out of food
but I know what to do
'cause next time you turn around
oh, you head I will then pound
and then, I will have some more food

You are so yummy with your deep fried heart
yeah, you are kind of greasy, but you still hit the spot
Rationing is wise and that, I sure know
but you're just so delicious, oh, but soon, I'll run low

Now, I'm almost out of you
I splurged and had more stew
And I am still snowbound
losing hope I'll be found
and now, I'm almost out of you

Wish you'd been fatter, 'cause now, I just have
the meat off your knee-eees
Dammit, and now there's just nothing but bones
and I'm still hung-reeeeeeeee

And now, I'm all out of you
I guess, now, I'm just screwed
'cause I am still snowbound
guess I'll hang myself now
oh, 'cause I can't live without you

And before I die now
some advice that is sound
always keep lots and lots of food