Nick The Chopper
Down in the forest,near a villag
Lived the man called,nick the choppe
Chopping woods his game,and making mone
Caring not for trees,he blindly chops o
Never to be marrie
He never washe
He never went to school,Nick The Choppe
Chopping woods his game,and getting mone
Doesn't care for life of even for a friend no
He is a dirty old man,Nick the Choppe
Now,a very old man he had decide
To make his fortune,Nick the Choppe
Chopping woods his game,he couldn't stop i
He wants to cut down,all the fores
The trees they hated him,they made a promis
Give him a lesson,Nick the Choppe
Chopping woods his game,he couldn't stop i
But as the story goes,he's beaten at his gam
He is a dirty old man,Nick the Choppe
We're gonna kill you,Nick the Choppe
Struggle with branches,Nick the Choppe
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WRITTEN AND COMPOSED BY:Baris Manc
(C)1975