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Special Request of Silliness by Merrit...

I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night. I work all day.

Mounties : He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day

I cut down trees.
I eat my lunch.I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.

Mounties: He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping
And has buttered scones for tea.

Chorus : I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) okay.
I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day.

I cut down trees.
I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothingAnd hang around in bars.

Mounties : He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!

Chorus : I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) okay.
I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day.

I cut down trees.
I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,Just like my dear Mama (or Papa in later versions)

Mounties : He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!

Chorus : I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) okay.
I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day.

Yes, I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) ok-a-y.
I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day.

Now it's time for a Bitter.

Comments

Anonymous said…
can I get that in engrish please
12:40 AM
Woodchuck said…
dat would be ronty ithon.....I think
12:43 AM
Me said…
Thankfully I don't know this one so it doesn't bother me a bit. ;) HA!

However I know the really really COOL version of the "Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!" and I will HAPPILY scream... errr, I mean "sing" that loud and clear for hours just to annoy anyone in my path. ;)
8:25 AM
WickedHamster said…
"Now it's time for a Bitter." Why do I think you may have already had one or two???
9:27 AM
Woodchuck said…
Do Share, please?
9:27 AM
Anonymous said…
You are all too close the the edge; a little more of this and I will have to call my friends over at Eastern State Hospital (the local looney bin.)

DG
10:04 AM
Anonymous said…
The Puppini sisters do a great version
5:16 PM
Anonymous said…
I've got this as ringer on my cellphone, so I always know when the Woodchuck is calling...
10:31 PM
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