Lumbajack

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
 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 killing 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