Everything that's made of wood was once a tree And it's clearly understood by fools like me While you're sitting on a chair, feeling nice and cozy there You're not really sitting on a chair; you're sitting on a tree Somebody yelled timber and a tree came tumbling down Whether it's a door or a chair or the floor The roots are still in the ground Everything that's made of wood was once a tree Every stick of furniture that you may see There's that gorgeous TV set with its lovely cabinet It's not sitting in a cabinet, it's sitting in a tree Everything that's made of wood was once a tree Don't get the wrong idea, ain't nothing free Bill collectors by the score come a' knocking on your door They're not really knocking on your door They're knocking on a tree Somebody yelled timber and a tree came tumbling down Whether it's a door or a chair or the floor The roots are still in the ground Everything that's made of wood was once a tree Anything from pine to rich mahogany When you're laid to rest they weep while you're buried 6 feet deep You're not really buried in a coffin; you're buried in a tree Somebody yelled timber, timber and a tree came tumbling down Whether it's a door or a chair or the floor The roots are still in the ground Don't start bringing me down Please listen to me Everything that's made of wood is still a tree