Story Behind The Song
Sarcastically told from the view of Minneapolis Dentist Walter Palmer, who illegally trophy hunted an iconic protected Zimbabwean named Cecil and got away with it.
| Song Length |
2:23 |
Genre |
Unique - Comedy |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject |
General |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Some guys like a big TV, man cave far as the eye can see Some guys like a pickup truck, a trophy wife who loves to ____ Some guys dig their power tools, or drink too much and act like fools You take yours, I'll take mine, and what I want is a big dead lion
Got me an elephant, rhino too, enough stiff bodies to fill a zoo But I wake each morning, half insane, for the King of the Jungle with a long black mane Shoot him with an arrow, shoot him with my gun, shoot him with a cannon just for fun Run him over with my Rover while he's dyin', a million ways to bag that big dead lion
There's a bitch from PETA at my door, says don't trophy hunt no more But tell you what, before I'm through, I might just mount and stuff her too This ain't no little kitty cat, and I ain't up for no fireside chat You nature nannies get me fryin', standing in the way of my big dead lion
Now he's sprawled across my floor, don't need a carpet any more His head is still beneath my hand, worth every penny of my 50 grand My guide got busted in Zimbabwe, but I hightailed to the land of the free You take your chances, so don't be cryin', I got away with my big dead lion