I’ll shoot you silly duck
I see you flying south
You know you have an ever so gamey like taste
That wets my mouth
It’s a blind date duck-y
I’m crouching in the rush
Just me along with my dog named “Rover”
And we’re not hunting thrush
You might not see my shotgun
It might just be too late
Only place for you is my dinner plate


Duck be a gravy tonight
Duck be a gravy tonight
Duck, why you make a gravy to just die for
Duck be a gravy tonight
Duck be a countryman’s meat
The kind with inbred web feet
You know I’d love to have you over for my dinner
Duck make my Poutine complete


A hunter always eats what he shoots
It could be duck, it could be frog
A hunter will hunt with mud all over his boots
And sleep with his three legged dog


Let get things cookin’ alright
Dinner is well in my sights
Dine with me ducky, I’ll show you the boat I baste with
Duck be a gravy tonight
Duck sate a gentleman fine
Join me with Madeira wine
I love the way you dribble over… oh so tastey
Duck be a gravy divine


A hunter’s always courting danger
He’ll set a date with a blind
A hunter will put “camo” all over his gear
Then leave his first cousin behind


So lets have a “shin dig” alright
Plenty kinfolk to invite
Dance with me ducky, I’m the guy that took you out see
Duck be a gravy
Duck be a gravy
Duck be a gravy
TONIGHT!