I'm having trouble trying to catch,
Bugs Bunny every episode,
The shows go by,
And I still try,
No rest for Mr. Elmer Fudd,
In his hole,
His abode,

My feet feel like they're going to break,
From pacing all around the land,
I'm going to die,
Am I this dumb,
To his tricks I always succumb,
In his hole,
His abode,

My rifle's set as usual,
Carrots are laughing in my face,
A painted line,
A trick is pulled,
I'm scared of what I will become,
In his hole,
His abode,

My hands feel like they're going to snap,
From always steadying this gun,
Eyes open wide,
He kicks my bum,
Pissed off and go back to my home,
Not his hole,
His abode.