Texty
People dedicated their lives to tracking me down
I was seen mostly in the country rarely in the town
But times are tough with all this tragedy, war, an evil president
Can’t get no coverage… can’t be a homeless shelter resident
Seems like nobody wants to see my beautiful hair, my big long feet, my other worldly stare
(All the Bigfoot children sing) I’m trying to get back in the news
(Hey Bigfoot) I’ll do interviews
(Hey Bigfoot) Come on people, poppa needs a new pair of Bigfoot shoes
Went to the unemployment office the other day
Had the nerve to ask me if I’m from the US of A
Said, “Are you of such and such or such a race?
What are you? Episcopalian? Australian? Illegal alien
You don’t cut your hair I can’t take your picture, cause I can’t see your face.”
(All the Bigfoot children sing) I’m trying to get back in the news
(Hey Bigfoot) I’ll do interviews
(Hey Bigfoot) Come on people, poppa needs a new pair of Bigfoot shoes
Look here, I’m down the mountain from all of this deforestations, altercations
And general human degradation
Now if I do exist I go to jail, and if I don’t I’m just a sham
Well, I’m praying for y’all, I really am
Telling me if I want to stay in this world I got to become necessary, contemporary
Work on my repertoire
Write a bouncy little ditty for NPR
[CHORUS
(All the Bigfoot children sing) I’m trying to get back in the news
(Hey Bigfoot) I’ll do interviews
(Hey Bigfoot) Come on people, poppa needs a new pair of Bigfoot shoes
Let me see a beige espadrille
Thirty nine and a half
Triple Z
Written by: Jakob D La Botz
