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