'The Ballad of Bigfoot'

The Ballad of Bigfoot

He’s tall and he’s hairy, some call him Yeti
Lives in a tree, covered in fleas
Diet of mushrooms, berries and leaves
He’ll always be Bigfoot to me
Always be Bigfoot to me

Too shy and outnumbered, to venture too far
Comes out at night, to gaze at the stars
Don’t need a job, don’t need a bar
Don’t need a bike, don’t need a car
Don’t need a bike, don’t need a car

Smells like a possum, looks like an ape
Regardless of shoe size, can’t find a date
Seasons change, he waits
Stranded, somewhere in space
Stranded, somewhere in space

Does he exist, is he a myth?
Natural wonder, question of if?
Creature, history missed?
Those giant footprints can only be his
Those giant footprints can only be his

One video, a legend was born
Captured on film, an afternoon stroll
Suddenly, his ass was exposed
When you’re a Sasquatch, that’s how it goes
When you’re a Sasquatch, that’s how it goes

Ballad of Bigfoot, for those with no home
For those who are hiding, for those all alone
Ballad of Bigfoot, wherever he roams
Hiding from cameras, hiding from gnomes
Hiding from cameras, hiding from gnomes

(Dm, Am, Dm, Am, Dm, Am, E7, Am, E7, Am, for those of you who like to play along.)