Oh they gave me a home,
Where the buffalo roam,
And the elk and moose make their abode.
And it’s quite hard to sleep,
‘Cause an old Big Horn Sheep,
Keeps bleating inside my commode.
My home, home it is strange,
Where the weird little antelope play.
And it gets quite absurd,
Living with the whole herd,
So I think I’ll move back to L.A.
