Highway Hunter (Marilyn Robertson) Cho: Don't you cry, baby. Daddy'll be home soon He's out on the road lookin' for a toad or Part of a fresh raccoon He'll make you a possum sandwich or maybe a rabbit snack So don't you worry, baby, Daddy'll be right back Now times are rough and you can't get enough, Sometimes you're full of fear Money and love and even stars above Are gettin' dimmer every year. But when it comes to eatin' You'll always be in clover Just head out for the highway. And see what's been run over. Now we never have to worry Coz there's always a fresh supply Of wild deer and frog and family dog All running out on the highway to die, No need to let them lie there, Ground in by the wheels -- You can have a fur wrap and a feather cap And a couple of good hot meals. So let's all hear it for Detroit Keep rolling out them cars. We'll stock our shelves with moose and elk And Siamese cat preserved in jars, Pickled porcupine peppers, Smoked chihuahua meat -- The more we build those highways, The more we'll have to eat. SOF
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