The Old Man Of The Mountain - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

With a long white beard and his crooked staff

He walks along with the folks all laugh

With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by

The old man of the mountain

But he’s got long hair and his feet are bare

They say he’s mad as an old march hare

His cares are none and he owes no one

The old man of the mountain

He talks with the birds when he’s lonely

Sleeps with the sky as a tent

Feast make a feast when he’s hungry

And God charges no rent

May he live as long as an old oak tree

And laugh at fools like you and me

I often sigh and wish that I was

The old man of the mountain

Yes, I often sigh and wish that I was

The old man of the mountain