I often sit alone up in a treeWaving to the ones that wave at meI think well just how stupid can they beWaving to a man up in a treeWhat they don’t know is I am counting themI even count the ladies and the menI put the numbers in my little bookAnd only me can ever have a lookAll I ask is a piece of mindWhich I lost somewhere down amongst the messAll I want is for people to be kindAnd walk slower to be counted when they passI think well just how stupid can they beWaving to a man up in a treeI know that I will have to stop my funWhen I meet a girl who I can not count onMaybe marry her and happy we would beNot counting but a-sitting up a treeI put the numbers in my little bookAnd only me can ever have a lookI think well just how stupid can they beWaving to a man up in a tree