MR WOODS

Big, big Mr. Woods
Big, big Mr. Woods
Can’t tell the trees for himself

500 lb bear
Comes crashing through the air
And I wonder what he’s doing there

Well, I ain’t et my peck of dirt
But on my way home from church
I keep my eyes to the earth

Someone stole our street sign
Barreled in and crossed the line
And now we live on Nothing Lane

Mr. Woods and his wife carved me out a slice of life
Kissed me once, gave me the knife

Well, it got away from me today
It’s a fisherman’s fall from grace
Rory, get your dory, there’s a herring in the bay
Rory got his dory, but the herring swam away