Whoa, hold it there
Oh, nelly
Do you know who roams these woods
Do you know who's around here
Kind settler
You don't look from the country
You're new to butt-f*ck Nevada, aren't you
Well, you don't know about lonely man
But I do
That's why I got this song here...
Well, lonely man was 53
He set off to find the greatest tree
He got lost in the forest and
Survived on eating explorers
With all the folks
Who were caught and missing
Placed in cells and abandoned
Lonely man was still
Walking around the tree
He's gonna snatch you
And eat you right up
Tear through your throat
And use it as a napkin
Whoo doggy