Lyrics

Yeah man…
This one go out to Linda —
The hike queen with muddy dreams...
Let’s go!

Linda wake up, lace up boots so tight,
Backpack packed, she ready for the hike.
Sun is risin’, birds dem singin’ sweet,
But she don’t see that bog right under her feet.

One step, two step, BAM — she’s gone,
Head-first dive like a goddamn swan.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" — echoes through the glen,
Out the peat she rise, then fall again!

Ohhhh Linda, why you fall again?
You love that trail but it’s your greatest pain.
Muddy from ya head down to ya arse,
You swearin’ loud while the hikers pass.

Peat bog queen, never clean,
Fallin’ in like it's your goddamn routine.
Lindaaa… get out the fuckin’ bog!

Up the hill she go, all brave and bold,
Nature’s beauty, stories told.
But ten damn minutes, it’s déjà vu,
She shoutin’: “Shit! Not this bog too?!”

Locals know her, they laugh and wave,
"Linda’s swimmin’ in her earthy grave!"
She curse the moss, she slap the sky,
She’ll hike again, don’t ask me why.

Ohhhh Linda, you wild damn soul,
Fuckin’ bogs got you losin' control.
Slip, trip, SPLASH — it’s her song,
We be laughin’ but she carry on strong.

Peat bog queen, never clean,
Takin’ dives like a fallin’ marine.
Lindaaa… get out the fuckin’ bog!

Boots full o’ bog...
Faceplant in the fog...
She don’t give a damn —
Still chasin’ the log(ging trail)...
Respect the lady…
Even when she’s caked in shit!

Ohhhh Linda, you legend true,
No bog too deep for a lass like you.
Slippin', slidin’, still you grin,
We know next week you’ll fall back in.

Peat bog queen, filthy dream,
You own that trail like a hiking machine.
Lindaaa… stay out the fuckin’ bog!
(But we know you won't, nah…)