The Hatchetfield Ape-Man

Here's a little story about the Hatchetfield Ape-Man
He was born some place in the fuckin' woods
He is tall, he is short
He is good or bad at sports
The point is that nobody knows

All I know about the Hatchetfield Ape-Man
He's an ape... man
(Wooly Foot)
(His name is Wooly Foot)
(His name is Wooly Foot)
What's that name?
(He's five foot ten or he's four foot eight)

I remember when I met that Hatchetfield Ape-Man
(You met him?)
Yup
(You met him?)
Uh huh

We talked politics and how he leaned left and right
(Oooh)
Ah
(Oooh)
Ah

He has two left feet but he dances the can-can
(He can?)
Are you even listening?
(He can?)

He weighs two dozen tonnes but he's rather slight
Nothin'?
Okay!

He eats meat, he eats grass
He gets tonnes of ape ass
And honestly why do you care?

If you wanna know how the legend himself began
Ask the ape... this is so stupid, he's not even real... man!
(Wooly Foot)
(His name is Wooly Foot)
(His name is Wooly Foot)
(He's a real nice guy that could rip off your face)
Wait, wha- what was that?
He can rip off your face?
No, no, he can't
Wait, seriously?
He cannot rip off your face, are you fucking high?



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Blim
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