Up in the himalayan mountains
Where the chilly winds do blow
There lives a funny creature
Which has hair from head to toe.
Well, in this lonesome valley
Snow does never seem to melt
So he's got a good warm coat
And he wears a big white pelt.

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Well, he's the yeti - the yeti
The yeti - the yeti
The yeti is a monster all alone.
Well, he's the yeti - the yeti
The yeti - the yeti
The yeti, and the yeti's got no home.

He's got no television,
He's got no radio.
He's got no one to talk to
And all he owns is snow.
And all he does is waiting
For some men who climb these hills.
Believe me or do not,
The yeti never kills.

Chorus

But now and then he sits and thinks
How nice it would be
To have a picture of himself,
A clear photography.
He'd send it to the newspapers
Saying I'm still alive
I'm looking for a handsome girl
A little yeti wife.

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