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