Daffy Duck's Rhapsody

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.

It was performed by Daffy in the CGI short Daffy's Rhapsody.

Lyrics
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 Ranger on the loose

There's possums, chipmunks, caribou

Or rabbits for a rabbit stew

Rats and 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, riffles, 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.