This artist is from Ontario, Canada,born,1940,from the old school of rock and roll,the fifties that is !looking for placement !
Lyrics
One day,in the month of May,we went away, Up north,to the camp ground,where we would stay, In our,old pickup truck,hoping for some good luck, With the camper,on the back,looking for Muck Tuck, Muck Tuck was,pretty slack,and not sharp as a tack, He spent,his life up there,fishing and hunting,out back, He had his self,a chunk of bush,with a cabin on it, And a creek,running thru,where he fished a bit, Chorus He thought it was grand,that he lived off the land, There weren't no beaches,and there weren't no sand, There weren't no pubs,and there weren't no rock and roll band, And no ladies,in bikini's,like he had planned, Bridge Well,one bright morning,he headed back,to that big creek, Before he stepped out of that bush,he took his self a peek, And much to his weary old eyes,there was a big surprise, A beautiful native girl,was bathing before his eyes, Well,Muck Tuck,got all excited,he couldn't believe,what he saw, In a perfect world,a better picture he could not draw, Well,he tried to get his clothes off,but they were stuck to him, He thought,if he got them wet,the problem wouldn't be so grim, Chorus+Bridge Well,he should,not have wore,those clothes all winter long, He should have had a bath,the smell wouldn't be so strong, Well,he struggled in that creek,like a fish that was hooked, Trying to get those clothes off,while the lady looked, By the time Muck Tuck was ready,she was long gone, And his clothes ,was ripped to shreds,the smell wasn't so strong, He had pulled, the hair off his legs,it weren't a pretty site, He never got,over that maylay,he couldn't sleep at night, Chorus
