Beaver fever

I´m cruising on, down the road
I´m passing fields, I´m passing woods
I´m getting closer, yeah, to my pleasure

I take a look, down on me
I see my "fishing stuff", waiting for me
I´m getting closer, yeah, to my pleasure

Now I´m here, I won´t drop no tears
Meat is all I need, I´m getting feel
A fever

I´m sick of beaver fever
to put some furr on my wall
I´m sick of beaver fever
to get something for my balls