In a small house in a native where the cornrows grow

Two unlikely brothers put on quite a show

Justin stands tall like a white oak tree

A wild life biologist checking the sea

Well the fish in the creek are his only true friends.

He tracks every scale where the riverbed bends.

While little Jay stands about half of his height,

polishing a bowling ball late into the night.

The searching for the snally gaster in the Ohio mist,

a monster on the hilltop that the local say exists,

from the bowling alley lanes to the muddy river shore,

they're the strangest pair of hunters that you ever saw before.

One is big and silent and the others loud and small in the town of Ada.

They're going to find it all.

Jay puts on a record of a man named Frank.

Zappa's guitar playing his money in the bank.

He's got the funky rhythms and the avant-garde soul while he's aiming for a strike

and a perfect heavy roll. But Justin looks up with a look of pure confusion thinks the music in the air is a sugary illusion.

He says, I don't want a zapper. I'm watching my way. He doesn't know it's a legend on a spinning plastic play.

They're searching for the snagaster in the Ohio mist, a monster on the hilltop that the locals say exists.

From the bowling alley lanes to the muddy river shore, they're the strangest pair of hunters that you ever saw before.

One is big and silent and the other's loud and small in the town of Ada, they're going to find it all.

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