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 a-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