I often sit alone up in a tree 

Waving to the ones that wave at me 

I think well just how stupid can they be 

Waving to a man up in a tree

What they don't know is I am counting them 

I even count the ladies and the men 

I put the numbers in my little book 

And only me can ever have a look



All I ask is a piece of mind 

Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess 

All I want is for people to be kind 

And walk slower to be counted when they pass



I think well just how stupid can they be 

Waving to a man up in a tree



I know that I will have to stop my fun 

When I meet a girl who I can not count on 

Maybe marry her and happy we would be 

Not counting but just sitting up a tree



I put the numbers in my little book 

And only me can ever have a look 

I think well just how stupid can they be 

Waving to a man up in a tree