High upon a mountain, tell me, what do you see?
Bear tracks, bear tracks looking back at me.
Better get your rifle boys, before it's too late
The bear's got a little pig and he's heading for the gate
Chorus: He's big around the middle, and he's broad across the rump
Running ninety miles an hour, taking thirty feet a jump
He ain't never been caught, he ain't never been treed
Some folks say he looks a lot like me.