Lyrics

Verse 1:
Here’s a fine fellow for the village to see
Lifted up high on an old wooden beam
A buttoned up smile, and a rustic brown coat
With straw fanning out in a cherishing pose

Verse 2:
A finely fed face but no tip of the hat
No gratitude given, well how about that
Sways in the wind but just watches time go
Pretty much useless to friend and to foe

Chorus:
I said “hey hey hey”,
He’s got nothing to say
The birds flock around him, the kids playing catch
Another old day in the cucumber patch

Verse 3:
Well he needs a hand to travel the earth
A man picks him up then he’s back in the dirt
A different view than the one from before
Well nothing is safe, he’s face down on the floor

(Chorus)

Bridge:
Well foolish the man who bows down to the woods
Giving one’s life for inanimate goods
Handed to craftsmen to shape and to mould
Tarshishian silver, Uphazian gold
All of this money and all of this time
Living for chaos, in fear of what’s mine
You’re the “king of the nations” on your idolic throne
Well that title belongs to one person alone

(Chorus)