With a long, white beard and a crooked stare
He tramps along with the folks all scared;
With a dinkle in his eye, he passes them by
The Old Man of the Mountain!

Oh, he wears long hair and his feet are bare
They say he's mad as a grizzly bear
His cares are none and he fears no one
The Old Man of the Mountain!

He talks with the bears when he's lonely
He sleeps with the sky for a tent
And he'll eat you up when he's hungry
And it wouldn't cost him a red cent!

And he'll live as long as an old oak tree
He'll eat up fools like you and me
Oh, I often sigh and jump and cry
At the Old Man of the Mountain!