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I often sit alone up in a tree |
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Waving to the ones that wave at me |
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I think well just how stupid can they be |
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Waving to a man up in a tree |
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What they don't know is I am counting them |
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I even count the ladies and the men |
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I put the numbers in my little book |
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And only me can ever have a look |
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All I ask is a piece of mind |
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Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess |
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All I want is for people to be kind |
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And walk slower to be counted when they pass |
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I think well just how stupid can they be |
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Waving to a man up in a tree |
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I know that I will have to stop my fun |
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When I meet a girl who I can not count on |
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Maybe marry her and happy we would be |
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Not counting but a-sitting up a tree |
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I put the numbers in my little book |
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And only me can ever have a look |
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I think well just how stupid can they be |
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Waving to a man up in a tree |
