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Correct Bug Hunt Lyrics
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Paul Austin Kelly
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Correct Bug Hunt
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Seen'im peeking out from under Momma's magazine He's grinning like a lunatic and looking mighty mean He's got a shell of iron and two wings of neon green He's the biggest ugly cockroach that I have ever seen. I'm dashing to the closet 'fore ol' ugly gets away It's where I hide my stash for keeping ugly bugs at bay I'm flinging wide the door and leaping hot into the fray The only way to keep the peace is making pieces of your prey. Goin' on a bug hunt, knock him on the head Goin' on a bug hunt, kill them all dead Goin' on a bug hunt, run him right down Goin' on a bug hunt, squish him in the ground. I'm on a great safari, pith helmet and spud gun I'll bid him sayanari, I've got him on the run. I ripped that magazine away and shot him with a spud Old Ugly skittered out the door, that bullet was a dud I jumped up and tore after him, screaming for his blood Old Ugly skittered back inside, I landed in the mud. I'm tracking mud and anger all over Momma's place The mud is on my feet and the anger's on my face Revenge is such a cold dish, I'll give that bug a taste Add in my own relish when I've laid him all to waste. Goin' on a bug hunt like you've never seen Have a Boogy Buggy Bar-B-Que, pick his bones clean Goin' on a bug hunt, you know it's sad but true Bug has each got six legs, I only got two. After half an hour I got'im cornered in my room I'm feeling pretty jazzed as I pick up the nearest broom I can almost see him sweating as he contemplates his doom But just as I'm about to put that critter in his tomb, I'm suddenly aware another sound's been going down It's got a steady beat, a kind of military sound It's pounding in my ears but it's coming from the ground I fling my broom onto the floor and fast as lightning whirl around, And now at last I see them in their camouflage attire Pouring from the woodwork, from the muck and from the mire There must be half a million bugs, an army just for hire And Mr. Ugly there behind shouts the order, “READY? FIRE!” We're goin' on a man hunt, you know we're really keen We're a mean, lean fighting, ugly Bug Machine We're goin' on a man hunt, better understand We may be ugly bugs but, we always get our man!
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