A date tonight with a lady enchantress you’ll look at her through your dark glassy glassy-eyed sunglasses-ed starry-eyed stargazing bright shine eyes.
Bring you a gay tale of chasin’ some great tail and leave it to beaver, Good old-fashioned American pie
And logging. I wish I was a woodchopper, I’d chop a log or two, yes I’d chop it all,
I’m chopping, log chopping, chopping all night long. That’s dangerous actually, I don’t recommend chopping at night, officially at least. Otherwise, chop away wood choppers, chop away, me scoop away your log dreams, we ran away that night.