I know where Bigfoot lives.

I’m pretty sure he lives upstairs.

He’s my neighbor now.

Stomping around like a sacred cow.

I know where Bigfoot lives.

His noise I cannot forgive.

Twenty four seven he shows defiance

for those who seek peaceful silence.

I know when Bigfoot’s home.

The walls and ceiling begin too groan. 

My glasses rattle and pictures slant.

I shake my fist and begin to rant.

Bigfoot, Bigfoot keep it down.

Give us a break from all the sound.

Bigfoot, Bigfoot stop the racket

In this building we must cohabit.

I know the noise Bigfoot makes.

I imagine the sound of earthquakes.

A sonic boom or nuclear blast,

He’s setting standards unsurpassed.

I know the music Bigfoot enjoys.

It's the bass thumping that annoys.

It’s a clash of genres,

Like grunting gorillas eating screaming iguanas.

I know Bigfoot does calisthenics.

I'd prefer he was more of an academic.

He runs and jumps in his living room.

He has no furniture I presume.

Bigfoot, Bigfoot keep it down.

Give us a break from all the sound.

Bigfoot, Bigfoot stop the racket.

In this building we must cohabit.

I know Bigfoot's a giant ass.

His actions are purely second class.

For now we’re  stuck here everyday.

When our lease is up we’ll move away.

Until that time we’ll carry on.

We’ll learn to live with this mastodon.

We’ll buy a home deep in the woods

And let the forest be our neighborhood.

True Story, By Getch