Gigantic feet demolish all the bushes

Making a trail where no man's walking

They run screaming but he's a genius

The most affable creep on this ugly old hill

You'll find no hollow praise in the anthem of Bigbuddy

He's a stand-up guy in the truest sense

Eighteen and a half feet tall

Raised in the caves above the sleepy holler

Bathed in the crickbed with my adult daughter

Making everything simple with his smile

Face like a cookie designed by a goddess

He's ageless in the best ways

In a stroke of a craze

He always deflects to me

Yet he's supposed to be old, old, old

You'll find no hollow praise in the anthem of Bigbuddy

He's a stand-up guy in the truest sense

Eighteen and a half feet tall

You'll find no hollow praise in the anthem of Bigbuddy

He's a stand-up guy in the truest sense

Eighteen and a half feet tall

Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals

Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals