LEECH HIDE!
Tune: Rawhide
New words by Al Boyce 7/2/2001

I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'
In leeches fat and swollen.
Blood suckers fiercely holdin',
My hide!
I fell into the leech pond
Now there's no breakin' their bond,
Thousands of 'em covering my side
I took up ranching leeches
To put gold in my breeches
But now I'm at the end of my ride.

Chorus:
Brush 'em down!..... Yank 'em out!..... Pull 'em off!..... Burn 'em up!.....
Cut 'em out!..... Rip 'em off!....... my hide!

Rip 'em off!..... Cut 'em out,..... Burn 'em up!,.... Brush 'em down,
Yank 'em out!.......Pull 'em off! .... my hide!

To make a million buckers,
I bought this pond of suckers,
To sell to fishing ...sportsmen,
I tried!
But when feeding them their carrion,
I slipped while I was tarryin'
Now they're eating me from out and from inside...
Now if no one from Wisconsin
Hears me, and then responds in
A minute, I'll be fried....

Chorus:
Brush 'em down!..... Yank 'em out!..... Pull 'em off!..... Burn 'em up!.....
Cut 'em out!..... Rip 'em off!....... my hide!

Rip 'em off!..... Cut 'em out,..... Burn 'em up!,.... Brush 'em down,
Yank 'em out!.......Pull 'em off! .... my hide!