| Song | Wynona's Big Brown Beaver |
| Artist | Primus |
| Album | Tales From The Punchbowl |
| 作词 : Primus | |
| Wynona's got herself a big brown beaverand she shows it off to all her friends. | |
| One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her, | |
| So she caged him up with cyclone fence. | |
| Along came | |
| Lou with the old baboon | |
| And said Recognize that smell? | |
| Smells like seven layers, | |
| That beaver eats | |
| Taco Bell. | |
| Now Rex he was a | |
| Texan out of | |
| New Orleans | |
| And he travelled with the carnival shows. | |
| He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars | |
| And he candied up his nose. | |
| He got wind of the big brown beaver | |
| So he though he'd take himself a peek, | |
| But the beaver was quick and he grabbed him by the kiwis | |
| Now he ain't pissed for a week.(And a half!) | |
| Now Wynona took her big brown beaver, | |
| And she stuck him up in the air. | |
| Said I sure do love this big brown beaver | |
| And I wish | |
| I did have a pair. | |
| Now the beaver once slept for seven days | |
| And it gave us all an awful fright. | |
| So I tickled his chin and | |
| I gave him a pinch | |
| And the bastard tried to bite me. | |
| Wynona loved her big brown beaver | |
| And she stroked him all the time. | |
| She pricked her finger one day and it occurred to her | |
| She might have a porcupine. |
| zuò cí : Primus | |
| Wynona' s got herself a big brown beaverand she shows it off to all her friends. | |
| One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her, | |
| So she caged him up with cyclone fence. | |
| Along came | |
| Lou with the old baboon | |
| And said Recognize that smell? | |
| Smells like seven layers, | |
| That beaver eats | |
| Taco Bell. | |
| Now Rex he was a | |
| Texan out of | |
| New Orleans | |
| And he travelled with the carnival shows. | |
| He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars | |
| And he candied up his nose. | |
| He got wind of the big brown beaver | |
| So he though he' d take himself a peek, | |
| But the beaver was quick and he grabbed him by the kiwis | |
| Now he ain' t pissed for a week. And a half! | |
| Now Wynona took her big brown beaver, | |
| And she stuck him up in the air. | |
| Said I sure do love this big brown beaver | |
| And I wish | |
| I did have a pair. | |
| Now the beaver once slept for seven days | |
| And it gave us all an awful fright. | |
| So I tickled his chin and | |
| I gave him a pinch | |
| And the bastard tried to bite me. | |
| Wynona loved her big brown beaver | |
| And she stroked him all the time. | |
| She pricked her finger one day and it occurred to her | |
| She might have a porcupine. |