Spring is here, Wyoming Spring is here;
Life is victuals from knifing deer.
I think the best hunting time of the year
Is the Spring. I do, don't you? Of course, you do!
But there's one thing that makes Spring complete for me,
And makes every Sunday a treat for me ...

All the world seems in tune on a Spring afternoon
When we're shooting bald eagles on their Peak. [1]
Winslow Friday and me might be part Hopi [2]
As we shoot two bald eagles on their Peak.

When they see us coming, the eagles all fly and hide,
But they're too slow for arrows devoted to final ride.
The sun's shining bright;
Everything seems all right
When we're shooting bald eagles on their Peak.

La la, dum de da da da doo deedeedee ...

We've gained notoriety and caused much anxiety
About bald eagle variety with our claims.
Some question our piety and lack of sobriety,
And cite many lies et-c. of done ancient shames.
But Obama says it's not illegal
To want to dispatch a bald eagle.

So if Sunday you're free, why don't you climb with me?
Then we'll shoot two bald eagles on their Peak;
And maybe we'll do in a golden one, too,
While we shoot two bald eagles on their Peak.

We'll murder them both only after grand native chants, [3]
Accepting just two we take home for next Sungod Dance.

My pulse will be quickenin'
When each drops like brick, done in.
We're freed by decision
For sake of religion
To shoot two bald eagles on their Peak.