Every mornin' at the MOAB you could see him arrive,
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad in the shoulder and narrer at the hip
And everybody knew you didn't give no lip ta Big Amos.

Nobody knew where Amos called home,
He just drifted onto MOAB and kept all alone,
He said quite a lot, sort of mouthy and sly,
And if you thought of him at all ya figgered he was high...
Big Amos.

Some said he came from San Diego,
and there ain't nothing to rhyme that with in English, so screw it.