Daffy Duck's Rhapsody is a song performed in 1950 by Mel Blanc, with words by Warren Foster, Michael Maltese, and Billy May. In it, Daffy sings about his experience with hunters to the tune of Franz Liszt's piece "Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2".
It was performed by Daffy in the CGI short Daffy's Rhapsody.
Lyrics[1][]
Greetings!
My name is Daffy,
There's no other duck like me,
Because I'm so daffy,
And the reason I'm daffy,
And so gosh-derned riff-raffy,
And so screwy and laffy,
Is because those hunters won't leave me alone.
Oh, why don't they hunt some other animal for a change?
So, that I won't have to end up on a kitchen range.
But no, duck hunting's all the rage and they won't let me be.
And I'm so full of bullets, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree.
There's so much I'd like to do if I just had the chance.
I'd like to play and romp and even sing and do a dance.
I would read the latest book
Go swimming in the babbling brook
I'd like to fly the seven seas
Play hide and seek among the trees
I'd play hop scotch and double Dutch
And this and that and things and such
I know that isn't asking much
But all these things I daresn't touch
It's bang! bang! here, and bang! bang! there
Bullets flying everywhere
I can't stand it any longer
I get weak and they get stronger
Hunters to the right of me
Hunters to the left I see
Over hill and over dale
Bullets whizzing past my tail
There's no rest and there's no peace
Won't this shooting ever cease
Morning, noon, and through the night
That's why I look such a fright
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'm only sixteen yards ahead
BANG! BANG! BANG!
They're shooting straight at me
HOO! HOO! HOO!
They won't let up until I'm dead
HOO! HOO! HOO!
Why can't they let me be
Why don't they hunt big wild moose
Or chase a Reindeer on the loose
There's possums, chipmunks, caribou
Or rabbits for a rabbit stew
Raccoons, squirrels, porcupines
Monkeys swinging on the vines
Leopards with or without spots
Wild cats with or without dots
Elephants, badgers, kangaroos
Lions, tigers, cows that moo
Wolf and mice and prairie ox
Red and grey and silver fox
DAFFY! They drive me daffy!
Those hunters with their great big guns
They're all uncles, cousins, fathers, sons
Crazy! They got me hazy
With all that rootin'-flootin'-hootin'-tootin'-high-falootin'-noisy shootin'
Closer! They're gettin' closer
With shot-guns, pistols, bows and arrows, rifles, knives, and other deadly trifles
Scram now! While I'm still able
You're nuts if you think that I'm gonna end up on somebody's dinner table
Sooooo, Good-bye!
So long now!
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo.
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