Grunky Funk: Music
Deadeye Dick
(Grunky Funk)
Deadeye Dick
Sit on down and let me tell ya a tale,
‘Bout big ole Dick out huntin’ quail.
Suckin’ down suds in the Texas sun,
Thought he saw a quail, but shot his chum.
Big Dick, Deadeye Dick
Never shot a man, never went to Nam,
Ignored Uncle Sam with deferral in hand.
Now he’s a Veep, thinks killin’s fun,
Shootin up quail with a double-barrel gun.
Big Dick, Deadeye Dick
He’s quick to aim, and quick to draw,
Ignores regulations and avoids the law.
When gets you in his sights,
Ain’t no wrong or right.
He’s Deadeye Dick
Harry came up fast and spooked big Dick,
Cheney swung around real lickity-split.
Harry had no chance to hide or duck,
Dick was fast and Harry was struck.
Big Dick, Deadeye Dick
His aim was good, his buckshot true,
His judgment fogged by whiskey and brew.
Lazy lawyers or cooing quail,
In a haze of ale Dick couldn’t tell.
Big Dick, Deadeye Dick
He’s quick to aim, and quick to draw,
Ignores regulations and avoids the law.
When gets you in his sights,
Ain’t no wrong or right.
He’s Deadeye Dick
Throwin’ back Buds, just havin’ fun.
Soon there was blood, and a smoking gun.
Lying on his back, chest full of lead,
Harry said grace, for he could’ve been dead!
Big Dick, Deadeye Dick
Sheriff came by when he heard the shot,
Cheney just smiled and didn’t say squat.
Sheriff came again when the sun was high,
The air was clear and Dick was dry.
He’s quick to aim, and quick to draw,
Ignores regulations and avoids the law.
When gets you in his sights,
Ain’t no wrong or right.
He’s Deadeye Dick