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Rough shooting 2
Rough shooting 2
When you're up to your okkers in water
and you're not having much luck
and you're thinking of your girlfriend
and her dad that you promised a duck
and over in the distance you can hear
a persistent annoying quack
can't see a thing but decide
you'll have to a chance a crack
Now that's the situation which could have been really sad
when our Barry got frustrated and went and shot me dad.
Me dad had this new toy
a little duck quack call
which he'd kept a secret
so he could beat us all
and luckily he'd stood up
just as Barry shot
and instead of a bloody face
scraped knuckles
was all that he got
Of course dad thumped me brother
but as grannie barker said
by keeping things a secret
he'd made his own bloody bed
And ever after that
we always made it known
where we were off shooting
if we went off on our own
When you're up to your okkers in water
and you're not having much luck
and you're thinking of your girlfriend
and her dad that you promised a duck
and over in the distance you can hear
a persistent annoying quack
can't see a thing but decide
you'll have to a chance a crack
Now that's the situation which could have been really sad
when our Barry got frustrated and went and shot me dad.
Me dad had this new toy
a little duck quack call
which he'd kept a secret
so he could beat us all
and luckily he'd stood up
just as Barry shot
and instead of a bloody face
scraped knuckles
was all that he got
Of course dad thumped me brother
but as grannie barker said
by keeping things a secret
he'd made his own bloody bed
And ever after that
we always made it known
where we were off shooting
if we went off on our own
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Rough shooting 2
Rough shooting 2