Mr. Wilson

Hey Mr. Wilson I'm glad to shake your hand

And it's nice to see you too and yes I understand

That I'm not to take it personal although we look like people

And it could be my son on the chopping block

But I'm sure he'll understand

You're at the table and you seem nice enough

Oh his daddy, he was mad

He came and took my ball and bat

I just can't figure are you for real or not

Called me brother, sister, mother

Shook my hand and caused me

And I'm not to take it personal although we look like people

And it could be my wife on the chopping block

But I'm sure she'll understand, I'm sure we'll understand

And I'm not to take you personal although we look like people

And it could be my head on the chopping block

But I'm sure I'll understand, I'm sure we'll understand

No we don't understand

Hey Mr. Wilson

Do what you have to do

May the apples ripe

I'm going to Japan