a wooden tree

Hey look, there at the back
a wooden tree
isn't it a pretty one?

Hey look, there at the back
a wooden tree
isn't it a pretty one?

I called my father to come and look
he cleared his throat
he started to sing:

Hey look, there at the back
a wooden tree
isn't it a pretty one?

he hollered wife(that's my mother)
she took a look
began to bellow

Hey look, there at the back
a wooden tree
isn't it a pretty one?

she called my sister
was in the bath, gotta helluva fright
she lost the sponge
and started to moan

Hey look, a wooden tree
isn't it a pretty one?
and it's there at the back
and it's there at the back
and it's there at the back

she called my brother
who was round at the back
though flat at the front
to come and look
but he wouldn't come
cause he hated the words
but he knew the tune
so he started to hum

hmm hmmmmm etc...

along came an artist
with paint on his brush
he painted the tree
and now it looks horrible
but we keep on singing
because we're optimists

Hey look, there at the back
a wooden tree
isn't it a pretty one?

hey look

by Mr Ivor Cutler