The Ballad of Bigfoot
HeNs tall and heNs hairy, some call him Yeti
Lives in a tree, covered in fleas
Diet of mushrooms, berries and leaves
HeNll 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
DonNt need a job, donNt need a bar
DonNt need a bike, donNt need a car
DonNt need a bike, donNt need a car
Smells like a possum, looks like an ape
Regardless of shoe size, canNt 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 youNre a Sasquatch, thatNs how it goes
When youNre a Sasquatch, thatNs 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.)
