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




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