Twas three weeks before Christmas
And my hunting partner said
Gimme yer Streamline
I’m putting it to bed!
Whao whoa hold up there
What am I to do?
“You could loose ten pounds
And tie yer damn shoe”.
I pouted and curled my lip like girl
Then handed it over as he called me Pearl!
Seven days later I quieried my bud
How long do I have to keep throwing a spud?
“Hang tight there old partner and sharpen yer eye
Cuzz so far along I ain’t seen nothing die.”
I swore a 10 word string but can’t write it here
The monitor said he’d cut off my ear!
Seven more days and nary a word
So I grabbed my Cajones and built up my nerve
Meekly I asked about my airgun
He grumped at me saying “its sold and was fun”!
He had the most evil smirk on his face
The devil himself would’ve set him a place.
“I’m trying to teach you to hit what you aim
Keep chucking that spud till I see some pain.”
The day before Christmas we’re out with some guys
They’re standing around telling big lies.
Set up the paintballs and targets galore
All the way out to the outhouse front door.
Benches are raised and gear comes a flyin
Me with a bag o spuds and I’m die’n
I hear a chuckle get louder and grow
And my bud hand me a gun already to go.
This is yer replacement airgun at last
Made by a Czech far in the past
My heart was a flutter and a tear in my eye
What a great buddy, oh what a guy!
This tale is as true as I can make one
But the Centercut Cricket oh what a gun!
I shot and I shot and the boys they got jerked
Quit hogging the paintballs, but I just smirked!
And my hunting partner said
Gimme yer Streamline
I’m putting it to bed!
Whao whoa hold up there
What am I to do?
“You could loose ten pounds
And tie yer damn shoe”.
I pouted and curled my lip like girl
Then handed it over as he called me Pearl!
Seven days later I quieried my bud
How long do I have to keep throwing a spud?
“Hang tight there old partner and sharpen yer eye
Cuzz so far along I ain’t seen nothing die.”
I swore a 10 word string but can’t write it here
The monitor said he’d cut off my ear!
Seven more days and nary a word
So I grabbed my Cajones and built up my nerve
Meekly I asked about my airgun
He grumped at me saying “its sold and was fun”!
He had the most evil smirk on his face
The devil himself would’ve set him a place.
“I’m trying to teach you to hit what you aim
Keep chucking that spud till I see some pain.”
The day before Christmas we’re out with some guys
They’re standing around telling big lies.
Set up the paintballs and targets galore
All the way out to the outhouse front door.
Benches are raised and gear comes a flyin
Me with a bag o spuds and I’m die’n
I hear a chuckle get louder and grow
And my bud hand me a gun already to go.
This is yer replacement airgun at last
Made by a Czech far in the past
My heart was a flutter and a tear in my eye
What a great buddy, oh what a guy!
This tale is as true as I can make one
But the Centercut Cricket oh what a gun!
I shot and I shot and the boys they got jerked
Quit hogging the paintballs, but I just smirked!
