Hey, Mr. Wilson, I'm glad to shake your hand,
And it's nice to see you too, and yes I understand...

That I'm not to take it personal,
Although we look like people, and it could be my son on the chopping block,
But I'm sure he'll understand.

You're at the table, and you seem nice enough,
Ow, here's daddy, he was mad, he came and took my ball and batty,
I just can't figure; are you for real or not'
Called me brother, sister, mother, shook my hand, now calls me Sue,
And I'm not to take it personal.

Although we look like people, and it could be my wife on the chopping block,
But I'm sure she'll understand.
I'm sure we'll understand.

And I'm not to take you personal,
Although we look like people, and it could be my head on the chopping block,
But I'm sure I'll understand,
I'm sure we'll understand,
No, we don't understand.

Hey, Mr. Wilson, do what you have to do,
Lay the pipe, the apple's ripe, I'm going to Japan.

Is that good enough'