|By: People Are Wrong|
They call me Chainsaw Dick Because my chainsaw I will use I carve animals from bright green wood And the chainsaw is my muse
I don't paint with a brush or whittle with a knife I don't fiddle with ceramic I don't chose that sorta life [?] With both hands and some teeth, I'll shape from wood so raw I create and inspire With my ol' chainsaw
Some think it's about a Kentucky combust [?] Others fear that my bears are dangerous When poised for a nuclear target do they draw? I create and inspire With my ol' chainsaw
The bears are my companions The beavers are my groceries I tried to trap a squirrel But they're stealing supper from me
They call me Chainsaw Dick And a chainsaw I will use I carve animals out of bright green wood And the chainsaw is my muse
Oh yeah, the chainsaw is my muse 'Cause she helps me work with logs My name is Chainsaw Dick and I'm an artist but with jaws I create and inspire With my ol' chainsaw.