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The Bushman of the Shuswap had a scruffy, bushy beard He’d haunt the shores of the great lake, he’d steal your fishing gear Might take your wooden paddles and launch your red canoe Might wear your hippie sandals and take your gumboots too

The man they called the Bushman would take your summer clothes Put on your cottage underwear and might borrow your favourite robe The legend of the Bushman will be told for years to come And when he’s finished doin’ his time, he’ll be back to roam his kingdom

If your bathing suit’s gone missing, if your marshmallows are gone If your motorboat’s gone fishin’, then the Bushman’s been around If your neighbor’s axe has disappeared, if someone broke the gate Then you better accept this simple fact, it’s the Bushman from the lake

Now he had the cops a hoppin’, he was the invisible man Every time they thought they had him, he’d vanish in the quicksand He’d taunt those doughnut dunkers by showing up on TV He would show the young reporter where he slept up in a tree

Yeah, the Bushman wanted to live in Hollywood it seems And in the end it was the bright lights that brought him down from the trees He spoke about conspiracies, some gold mine called Bre-X But that’s another story, that story cost me ten grand

And if one day when you’re down at your cottage by the lake If you find your bed’s been slept in, if there’s food left on a plate If your waffle iron’s hissing, can’t find your favourite rake Then you better accept this simple fact, it’s the Bushman from the lake

“Bushman of the Shuswap,” written and performed by Charlie Mackenzie