Game's bastin'. . .won't have to wait long.
That gets it juiced, not seared;
Let's get juiced and sing this song.
Game's bastin'. . .won't have too wait long.
Got goose and moose and deer--
Ample food to feed this throng.

Got my oven programmed in memory,
Got my oven set for a cornucopi-a.
Some of my fare was hoovy;
I felt those hooves, and I got remov-y.

Game's basting. . .won't have to wait long.
I'd have a goose filet, 'cause the moose tastes rather strong.
Game's basting. . .love to cook King Kong.
Got goose, moose, booze, and beer. . .
And some juice that's pretty strong.

Pheasant, game hen in my repertory;
I will endeavor to include some veggies.

After a week of fastin',
It gets my mind to thinkin' about blastin'

(Game--taste it; tame--waste it!)

Game's tasted; we're wasted
Fare chased with a bong. . . .