Happy Quails To You,
Now, Dick turn in your gun
Happy Quails To You,
Alas! poor Whittington!
One hundred pellets 'neath the skin hurt a lot
Should be in the Olympics, putting the shot
Happy Quails To You,
Hunting days are done..

The Quail's a happy one,
His lucky day
And exciting times for your old friend,
He was really blown away..

Happy Quails To You,
A Texas weekend hunt
Happy Quails To You,
Still hear poor Harry grunt
The thought of news releases make you nervous
So, you swore to secrecy, the Secret Service
Happy Quails To You,
Till it's all out front..

Happy Quails To You,
It's such a nasty mess
Happy Quails To You,
A field day for the press
On Fox I never heard you say no "Sorrys"
A Fox and Quail, sounds like your wife's kid stories
Happy Quails To You,
Still the "Veep" I guess

Happy Quails To You,
Headlines on AOL
Happy Quails To You
The gig did not go well
Your license wasn't good and you were cited
News cable firestorms, you have ignited
Happy Quails To You
It's your picnic, Pal

Happy Quails To You,
I hear they're good to eat
Happy Quails To You,
More like a crow's, your treat
You made things pretty tough for poor McClellan
By waitin' "Twenty Four" before the tellin'
Happy Quails To You,
Were you too discreet?

Happy Quails To You,
One beer is what teenagers tell a trooper
We don't believe it, Dick, you're full a pooper!
Happy Quails To You,
Happy Quails To You,

Happy Quails To You,
For Letterman and Leno, such a blessing
Each night you're their Quail dinner, and the dressing
Happy Quails To You,
Happy Quails...To...You.....