Well, I’m runnin’ down a kill
Tryin’ to lessen my bill
I’ve got seven varmints in the truck
Four just stood there lookin’
Two I’ll soon be cookin’
One that was a two point buck

Make ‘em feed me, make ‘em feed me
I know the crunch of my four wheels
Means an entrée
Fry ‘em up right in the pan
A little road kill is so grand
My wife and kids won’t eat the canned
Make ‘em feed me

Well, I’m driving round a corner
Where I know that there’s fauna
And not enough light to see
It’s a cow, my friend with some meat to tend
Lowin’ loud with one last look at me

Come on, bovine, won’t you be mine
I gotta know if your sweet hide is
Very tasty
No more moos and no more skin
And we will eat ‘em with all our kin
I got a saw, so get on in
Make ‘em feed me

Well, I’m runnin’ down a hare
Cause the cupboard is bare
Got a pot a-bubble on the grill
Lookin’ for a dinner that will be a winner
We don’t waste a kill

Make ‘em feed me, make ‘em feed me
Don’t let the screeching of the wheels
Make you squeamish
Come on equine, won’t you be mine
I gotta know if your sweet meat
Is tart or sav’ry

Oh, it’s sort of greasy
We’ll eat it greasy