Lyrics:

It's the second week of deer camp, I got a swollen head
I'm lying with the dustballs underneath my bed
An icy breeze is blowing in through the tongue and groove
My pants are frozen to the floor and I'm too sick to move

I didn't drink too many, only 30 cans of beer
It musta been that last shot that put me under here

It's the second week of deer camp and all the guys are here
We drink play cards and shoot the bull, but never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp is the greatest time of year

I remember playing poker, dat weasel musta won
He's wearin' my new swampers and sleepin' wit my gun
He's snoring like a chain saw, da camp smells like a dump
Someone's dirty underwear is sitting on the pump

Mukku's in the wood box, Eener's passed out on the stove
His flannel shirt is smoking, I wonder if he knows?

It's the second week of deer camp and all the guys are here
We drink play cards and shoot the bull, but never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp is the greatest time of year

Vito's crawling through the door, I think he got frostbite
He passed out in the outhouse and he's been there since last night
Goofus stumbled through the door, he says he got a buck
He was coming from the wayside, and he killed it with his truck

Musti cracks a beer and says, 'It's time to celebrate
Goofus got the first buck since 1968'

It's the second week of deer camp and all the guys are here
We drink play cards and shoot the bull, but never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp is the greatest time of year