Sasquatch Hunting

Well the keys
To my castle
Yes I keep them
In my hand
Oh but I don't know why
I'd lock the door
The castles made of sand

The other day
I got talkin'
To a Lutheran
Lives down the street

Had some real fine words I'll give him that
But I don't believe
(that I remember what he said)

So hey little lady
Hey pretty girl
Let me take you out
We'll go sasquatch hunting
Behind my old house
Cause I'm fiending
Ooooh
For the strange
Yes I'm Fiending
Oooohwooo

Well I'm just like a preacher
I'll talk to anyone
That will lend me an ear
And I'll tell them all
Of the things that I think that I would wanna hear
(If I was in their shoes)

So hey little lady
Hey pretty girl
Let me take you out
We'll go sasquatch hunting
Behind my old house
Cause I'm fiending
Ooooh
For the strange
Yes I'm Fiending
Oooohwooo

Yes I'm fiending
Ooooh
For the strange



Credits
Writer(s): Quinn Zumkeller
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