We went out to the woods this summer.
Took some alcohol and our guitars,
Cooked our food on a propane burner,
And slept in sleeping bags under the stars.

We woke up and its still wasn’t morning,
We heard some freaky noises from the woods,
It took Johnny while he was sleeping,
It scared the **** right out of us.

Who-oh,
Where did our friend go?
Wouldn’t we like to know?

Who-oh,
What is there left to come?
Get your guns and run.

Well Johnny got his guns but sasquatch got Johnny,
Now we gotta go and get him back,
Steve is laughing but it just ain’t funny,
I think we’re victims of a sasquatch attack.

Who-oh,
Where did our friend go?
Wouldn’t we like to know?

Who-oh,
What is there left to come?
Get your guns and run.

Who-oh,
Where did our friend go?
Wouldn’t we like to know?

Who-oh,
What is there left to come?
Get your guns and run.

Who-oh,
Where did our friend go?
Wouldn’t we like to know?

Who-oh,
Sasquatch is on the run,
Come on get your guns.