Lumberjack Song

[Helen O'Hanlon]

Hi! As a new reader, apologies if this has been asked before BUT I read, well scanned, nearly 400 articles and
couldn't find what I'm after. Enough apologising... here goes.
Nobody has ever been able to tell me ALL the words to the Lumberjack song....I wait with baited breath.
Everybody here at my work wants a rendition as soon as I get an answer, so my singing career is in your hands.

Thanks in advance,

Helen O'Hanlon Alex Technologies
He...@alex.com CP House
97-107 Uxbridge Road
London W5 5TL

[Mikkel S. Clay]

Here they are, from memory, so give me a break
(preferably my left pinky, but take your
pick0

Leading up to the song....

I always wanted to be a lumberjack! The mighty redwoods... leaping from
tree to tree..., etc, etc,...

The song:

Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm O.K.,
I sleep all night and I work all day.

(Chorus -- of several others)

He's a lumberjack and he's O.K.,
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

(back to Eric or whoever)

I cut down trees
I eat my lunch
I go to the "lavotreeee" (laboratory)
On Wednesdays I go shopping,
And have buttered scones for (with???) tea.

(The others)

He cuts down trees
He eats his lunch
He goes to the lavotreeee
On wednesdays he goes shopping
And has buttered scones for tea.

(chorus - all together)

I'm/He's a lumberjack and I'm/he's OK
I/He sleep(s) all night and I/he work(s) all day.

(Eric, or whoever again)

I cut down trees
I skip and jump
I like to press wild flowers
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.

(others)

He cuts down trees
He skips and jumps
He likes to press wild flowers
He puts on women's clothing
and hangs around in bars??!!??? (spoken as a question, not sung)

(the music kicks in and everyone hurriedly joins in)

I'm/He's a lumberjack and I'm/he's OK
I/he sleep(s) all night and I/he work(s) all day.

(Once again it's Eric or whoever)

I cut down trees
I wear high heels
suspenders and a bra
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear Papa! (Smiles with shit-eatin' grin)

(the others)

He cuts down trees
He wears high heels
Suspenders and a BRA?????!! (Singing basically stops)
( amid much muttering and the occasional
"Bloody faggot")

(However the song must go on, of course
and the music kicks in to make them finish
so all together now)

I'm/He's a lumberjack and I'm/he's OK
I/He sleep(s) all night and I/he work(s) all day.

(Slows down here)

Oh, I'm/he's a lumberjack
and I'm/he's OOOKaaaaayyyy..........

(End as you like)

Mike -- ABnorMAL,

"Reality is a crutch for those who can't deal with Fantasy."

[KENNETH CHESTNUTT]

In article <1992Nov13.1...@alex.com>, he...@alex.com (Helen O'Hanlon) writes:
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Where can i get a job just starring endlessly into a computer waiting for some
hapless sap to post the words to the lumber jack song so, in the office, we
could dance around with merriment and sing untill we reched out our
lungs after we got out of breath. Meanwhile millions of us are slaving away
at our pitiful, meaningless, lives. Working gruling hours in a pit filled
with potted meat, and when we do anything wrong, we are thrown into a
box with steel spikes in the inside.

chestnutt aka semester's going to hell in a bucket and i don't know who has
the handle

[Daniel P Johnson]

In article <1992Nov13.1...@ncsu.edu> kch...@eos.ncsu.edu (KENNETH CHESTNUTT) writes:
In article <1992Nov13.1...@alex.com>, he...@alex.com (Helen O'Hanlon) writes:

.|> Hi! As a new reader, apologies if this has been asked before BUT I read, well scanned, nearly 400 articles and
.|> couldn't find what I'm after. Enough apologising... here goes.
.|> Nobody has ever been able to tell me ALL the words to the Lumberjack song....I wait with baited breath.
.|> Everybody here at my work wants a rendition as soon as I get an answer, so my singing career is in your hands.

Here, I know one you might have missed.. [rummage rummage] *Here* it
is, "placenta"

.|> Thanks in advance,

.Where can i get a job just starring endlessly into a computer waiting for some
.hapless sap to post the words to the lumber jack song so, in the office, we
.could dance around with merriment and sing untill we reched out our
.lungs after we got out of breath. Meanwhile millions of us are slaving away
.at our pitiful, meaningless, lives. Working gruling hours in a pit filled
.with potted meat, and when we do anything wrong, we are thrown into a
.box with steel spikes in the inside.

Uh...Is it a trick question? Hrmm... seven?

.chestnutt aka semester's going to hell in a bucket and i don't know who has
.the handle
Dan aka I do, but I ain't gonna tell.