Last Wednesday - Lumbajack lyrics

Yo, I'm Lumbajack Choppin' down the trees with my battle axe I do believe that it's a matter of fact That if you lived in the forest Where I was born and raised You'll be half dead and more than three fourths crazed Well, I was raised by the wolves Till the age of fifteen I wrestled all the bears And owned the Berenstains Then I beat up Jack And stole his magic bean Now I rock the flannel And I chop down trees You know, Stephen I've been thinking about trees They're really our friends We shouldn't be cutting them down so much But why do we cut them down We have enough food We have enough farmland Why Maybe we just like k**ing small animals You know I hate the trees That's why I cut them down And I hate their leaves That's why I burn them down And if Treebeard don't agree Then I'll cut him down 'Cause I don't mean To be pushed around