Music by Hezzie-Ken-Frank-Gabe    Words by C.L. Robards & Clef Harkness   Copyright 1938 by Hoosier Hot Shots

VERSE
There's an open season on rabbits, deer and ducks
So is there any reason we shouldn't shoot the clucks
Who start the fads and fancies
And each new silly craze,
They really ought to choke the guy, who coined the dizzy phrase!

CHORUS
You're a horse's neck! They yodel at you.
You're a horse's neck! They whistle it too.
There are fewer horses now than ever before
Horse's necks were (sic) adding though, each day by the score
You're a horse's neck! You hear people shout
You're a horse's neck! You figure it out
Sometimes it is meant in fun
Anyway it's over done
You're a horse's, you're a horse's, you're a horse's neck!