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