My Complete Lyrics: You Waise Me Up (So I Can Hunt Duh Wabbits)

You Waise Me Up (So I Can Hunt Duh Wabbits)©

Lyrics By Ernest S. B. Boston

(To be sung poorly in the voice of Elmer Fudd)

(Music to the tune of 'You Raise Me Up')
(Some syncopation is required; for a guide, just think and sound like Elmer Fudd)

When I yam down, and oh my so so wear-wee

When twumbles come, and my hard bird bwain be,

Den I yam shrill and wade here in the wabbit patch,

Untwill Bugs Bun-ny is in my sights again

You waise ^me UP!, so I can hunt duh wabbits,

You waise ^me up, to hunt in sto-my seasons;
I yam stwong, when I eat my wabbit stew-^ooo,
You waise ^me up, yes, I yam waised by you.

Dare is no wife – no wife wiff-out a hang-over

Each westless wife is so imperfect-wee.

But when it comes to hunt-twin or be mare-weed,

Sometimes I dwink, I dwink excessive-wee.

You wake me up, that why I bodd dis a-lumm qwock.

You wake me up, to hunt wheel er-lie-ee.

I yam stwong, when I eat wabbit jerky;
You wake me up, to hunt down bun-ni-eees.

You waise ^me up, to invent my wabbit sand-wich,

You waise ^me up, to butch-her dem wheel good.

Bah-bah-que knees of bun-nies in buh-uns,

You waise ^me up: (heh heh heh heh) To mow dan I can be.

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