Paul Austin Kelly - Bug Hunt Lyrics
Seen'im peeking out from under Momma's magazineHe's grinning like a lunatic and looking mighty meanHe's got a shell of iron and two wings of neon greenHe's the biggest ugly *****roach that I have ever seen.I'm dashing to the closet 'fore ol' ugly gets awayIt's where I hide my stash for keeping ugly bugs at bayI'm flinging wide the door and leaping hot into the frayThe only way to keep the peace is making pieces of your prey.Goin' on a bug hunt, knock him on the headGoin' on a bug hunt, kill them all deadGoin' on a bug hunt, run him right downGoin' on a bug hunt, squish him in the ground.I'm on a great safari, pith helmet and spud gunI'll bid him sayanari, I've got him on the run.I ripped that magazine away and shot him with a spudOld Ugly skittered out the door, that bullet was a dudI jumped up and tore after him, screaming for his bloodOld Ugly skittered back inside, I landed in the mud.I'm tracking mud and anger all over Momma's placeThe mud is on my feet and the anger's on my faceRevenge is such a cold dish, I'll give that bug a tasteAdd in my own relish when I've laid him all to waste.Goin' on a bug hunt like you've never seenHave a Boogy Buggy Bar-B-Que, pick his bones cleanGoin' on a bug hunt, you know it's sad but trueBug has each got six legs, I only got two.After half an hour I got'im cornered in my roomI'm feeling pretty jazzed as I pick up the nearest broomI can almost see him sweating as he contemplates his doomBut just as I'm about to put that critter in his tomb,I'm suddenly aware another sound's been going downIt's got a steady beat, a kind of military soundIt's pounding in my ears but it's coming from the groundI fling my broom onto the floor and fast as lightning whirl around,And now at last I see them in their camouflage attirePouring from the woodwork, from the muck and from the mireThere must be half a million bugs, an army just for hireAnd Mr. Ugly there behind shouts the order, “READY? FIRE!”We're goin' on a man hunt, you know we're really keenWe're a mean, lean fighting, ugly Bug MachineWe're goin' on a man hunt, better understandWe may be ugly bugs but, we always get our man!
