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 batty

I just can't figure are you for real or not
Called me brother, sister, mother
Shook my hand and calls me sir

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
Play the pipe, the apple's ripe
I'm going to Japan

(Is that good enough?)



Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Wayne Gaskill, William S. Taylor, Doug T. Pinnick, Ty Ryan Tabor
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