Hey Mr. Wilson I'm glad to shake your hand
And it's nice to see you too and yes I understand

That I'm not to take it personal although we look like people
And it could be my son on the chopping block
But I'm sure he'll understand

You're at the table and you seem nice enough
{Oh his daddy, he was mad
He came and took my ball and bat}

I just can't figure are you for real or not
{Called me brother, sister, mother
Shook my hand and called me Sue}

And I'm not to take it personal although we look like people
And it could be my wife on the chopping block
But I'm sure she'll understand, I'm sure we'll understand

And I'm not to take you personal although we look like people
And it could be my head on the chopping block
But I'm sure I'll understand, I'm sure we'll understand
No! we don't understand!

Hey Mr. Wilson
Do what you have to do
{May the pipe the apples ripe
I'm going to j__an}

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