Big Boy Smack - Post Animal

Coming through town like a big ole bad man

Stomping you down with his big brown shoes

Kicking around an empty bottle

Shaking the ground with every move

Stands above our teenage birch tree

Giant, a poet, and a traveler, too

Big straw hat and a can of tobacco

Chewing away his blues

Yellow brick teeth and a Redwood mustache

Cannibal clothes, and an eye made of stone

Legs you can tell have been on an adventure

Critters of kinds living up his nose

Carries enough just to get to the next town

Living along the American road

Fathers his mother nature moaning

All the way back home

Big Boy Smack

You better get back or he’s gonna whack that knapsack

You’ve got to know when to fight, and know when to let it go

Come on let’s go

We better get home before we lose everything we own

Let’s run, run, run as fast as we can go

You’ve got to let it go