Bigfoot!

Change the oil and oil the squeak Patch the holes in the fluid leak At dusk beneath the diabetic moon Wait to take the TV crews Across the squeaking aisles The news is howling to the timberwolves in the sewers I'll go through it all again Watch the doubtful smiles begin The visions that I see believe me So praise the things i can't forget With burgers and a silhouette On T shirts at the council general store Listen to the south wind sigh Of rumours and regrets that I dont want to talk about it any more I won't go through it all again Watch the doubtful smiles begin The divisions that I see beneath me Oh the visions that I see will believe me