Testo di Shoot Shoot!

I'll tell you a better story than 'Little Kay of the skates' Or 'The Snow Ghost' He tore off some tender new tips and Rubbed them on his hands Until the air was filled with the sharp smell Just tore off some tender new tips The afternoon wind struck him and Blew up his hair and ruffed his shirt Shoot shoot! He came in his breeches and his shirt The tail was flying out behind him He stood there, looking up at me Like a wild-eyed cow moose Surprised in the sheriff's only cornfield Blew up his hair and ruffed his shirt Shoot shoot!