Clyde: He's Bigfoot, he's Bigfoot
He'll eat you with his taters and his greens
He's Bigfoot, he's Bigfoot
'Cause to Bigfoot you're a fleshy tangerine
Boy: Oh, no!
Clyde: He goes barefoot so he's always free to stomp ya
He carries a big stick so he can whomp ya
Sharpens up those teeth so he can chomp ya
So I think you better flee 'cause I'm telling you that he's...
Bigfoot, he's Bigfoot
He bathes in the water that you drink
Holly: Yuck!
Clyde: He's Bigfoot, he's Bigfoot
So watch out 'cause he's closer than you think
Boo!