8 August 2012
Deep in the swamps of Louisiana lives a man called Banjo La'Munter. His momma was a Cajun beauty queen, his poppa a Gator hunter.
When he was born he was four foot eight, now full grown he's eight foot four. His poor old momma was never the same, since she gave birth on the cabin floor.
His poppa died when he was five, his momma passed two years later. The only way he could stay alive was by learning to hunt gator.
He didn't have no money, just a rusty old rifle and boat. Yet when he got back from every hunt the boat could barely float.
It was always stacked high with gators, and all of them where big. And you could always hear him coming, cos' he sang like a squealing pig.
When it came to gator hunting Banjo really was the best. That big old Cajun monster in his dirty brown string vest.
See when it comes to gator hunting, his gun don't need no bullet. He just sticks his head in the water y'all, and scares them into his boat with his mullet.
(Banjo Solo)
Banjo La'Munter, Alligator Hunter • Opuss № I