Me and my friends we planned a trip
To go to America in a little ship
I let all my friends and family know
That I’ll be gone for a week hunting buffalo
Man, I was so excited, yippee

Well, the ship it rocked and it wasn’t much fun
But just kept on shining my gun
I can’t really say I enjoyed the ride
But it’ll all be fine when I’m huntin’ buffalo hide
I hope I catch me some big ones, woo

I jumped off the ship and I scratched my head
And then I squinted as I saw a sign that read
“Sorry we don’t allow guns here no more.
So, your gonna have to leave them at the door”
Think I was in the wrong country, this ain’t America

I asked a cop what was going on
He said peace is the road that we're now on
There’s been too many deaths but finally we see
So, we've thrown all the guns in the sea
You can’t even hunt here no more, tough luck