You know him well for his rages
"Dang rassum-frassum" they go
With variations, repeat i-it
As his insanity grows
Looks like a cowboy, rough-and-tumbl-le
Twin pistols and bi-ig hat
Then he runs into Bugs Bu-unny-y
All you can do is laugh

I'm talkin' 'bout Yose-emite-e-e
One of those tunes that a-a-are loony
Acts tough, but he's a foo-ool
Dives in the same poo-ool
Over and over, geez
I go into lau-aughin' fits
Always screwin' up, that's just ho-ow I like it
With his sputterin' ra-age
I could watch him for da-ays
Watchin' all those anvils hit
Right on ol' Yosemite
Uh-uh-huh-uh

Don't know much about cowboy cu-ultu-ure
Don't think I need to-o, ma-ate
Cause the international language
Is slapstick violence, it's great
He might rig up an old piano-o
To blow right the hell up
But it ain't Bugs tha-at goes kablo-ow
It's the-e red-moustached schmuck

Love watchin' that Yose-emite-e-e
And all of his cala-a-amities
He never gets to shoo-oot
Bullets that fly true-ue
Because failure's funny
At least when it's a-an angry putz
Who deserves the fi-irewo-orks up the butt
I'm laughin' ev'ry da-ay
At Sam's gibberish ra-age
Nice frilly undie-ies, bu-ud
Lovin' that Yosemite

To be honest, I wouldn't ca-all him the-e be-est
Characte-er, cause that's Bu-ugs and the Du-u-uck
But whe-en it co-omes to dumbass a-antagonists
Hey hey, I prefe-er hi-im to Fu-u-u-u-u-udd

Because good ol' Yose-emite-e-e's
More flexible in hi-i-is stories
Fudd's just a hunter du-ude
My opinion, true-ue
Fine if you don't agree-ee
With me on Yosemite
Yeah, Yosemite-e-e
Uh-uh-huh-uh
"I hates that rabbit"