Bigfoot

You got a little something on your shirt
Why don't you go and rub it in some dirt
Your lady said she'd be happier if you left
Well I think that maybe she's just stressed

Rock paper scissors with yourself, you lost
You hate TV but you keep it on
Well I'm sure you'll find your way upstairs
Just keep in mind that no one cares

No fair

That's life or so they say
Why don't you go find out another day
You bet double on a goddamn 16 hand
I'm sure you'll win it big next week big man

You got a target on your back
You got a target on your back
You got a target on your back
You got a target on your back

Poor Bigfoot
Poor Bigfoot
Poor Bigfoot
Poor big man Bigfoot



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Writer(s): Jack Burton-buckley
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