Long, long ago in the deep dark mists of time
There lived a strange creature called a Zigsaur
And he loved to stomp
Down in the cellar we stomp all day
We really don't care what the critics say
We've been oh so busy trying to learn the chords
All they say is "nice tune - shame about the words"
We're just thrashing out our songs
And I don't see what is so wrong
What happened to all the happy songs
Unless you're morbid you can sing along
We've been known to sing of suicide
But when we said we were down we lied
We're just thrashing out our songs
And we don't see what is so wrong
We're doing the Zigsaur stomp
We're doing the Zigsaur stomp
We're doing the Zigsaur stomp
We're doing the Zigsaur stomp
We got the Ashvins and Froithead, the Susans too
But none of them do what we can do
We got Russell Jones on drums - he can really swing
And some people say that we're the next big thing
We're doing the Zigsaur stomp
We're doing the Zigsaur stomp
We're doing the Zigsaur stomp
We're doing the Zigsaur stomp
We don't know if you hear what we say - we say it anyway
We don't know if you hear what we say - we say it anyway
Zigsaur, Zigsaur, Zigsaur, Zigsaur
Zigsaur, Zigsaur, Zigsaur, Zigsaur
Zigsaur, Zigsaur, Zigsaur, Zigsaur
Zigsaur, Zigsaur, Zigsaur, Zigsaur stomp