Scribe on the 'pop' rocks
with THX by her side
Just pour me a Bailey's
And I'll tell you "the crow flies"
the hunt is on
So she just sings the 'woo hoo's'
All the time
Gave you my vulcan button
Gave you another hairbrush
You left me alone in the park
With no shovel to look through the slush
The hunt is on
Now all I want is to find the damn puck before her!
First she has a hairy back
How she has that boil
Suddenly she find's she's out there
11 pm -standing in line at ma press
And when the hunt knows it has you
Nothing you can do or say
You've got to hunt just everyday
We all know the clues
You need what you need
Flashlights, hand warmers & a St. Paul newspaper
Wearing your Columbia jacket, boots, hat & glove 24/7
When the hunt is on
May be no snow on the ground
But it's cold
When your Scribe's on the 'pop' rocks
First she tries to claim 'Joes'
Oh, How she weighs 300 pounds
Scribe on the 'pop' rocks
with THX by her side
Just pour me a Bailey's
And I'll tell you "the crow flies"
The hunt is on
And now all I want
Is to find the damn puck before her!