The Lumberjack

Well, I was born in the backwoods

Of a two-bit nowhere town

Fathered up some rock 'n' roll, baby

So you mothers could boogie down

I ain't whistling Dixie

No, I'm a rebel with a groove, yeah

All around the world, they go round and round

When they dig on my new stainless steel sound, oh yeah

I say, I'm a lumberjack, baby

And I'm gonna cut you down to size

I'm a lumberjack now, baby

And you're the one, you're the one that gets my prize

When you hear my motor running

You know I surely, I surely be copping a rise

Oh, so I'm gonna crank it up, go down there, chicken

I'm a lumberjack, baby

I'm a lumberjack now, baby

I'm a lumberjack now, baby

Ooh, I'm a lumberjack now, baby

But I ain't jacked my lumber, baby

Since my chain saw you

Whether you like it, or whether you don't

Hoo, that's the way we like it