In a small house in there where the cornrows grow

Two unlikely brothers put on quite a show

Justin stands tall like a white oak tree

A wildlife 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 J stands about half of his height,

polishing a bowling ball late into the night. They're 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 other's 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,

the 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.

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