Silly little scarecrow Lashed to the high pole Can't scare a mocking bird Makes faces at the world The sun is beating down Talks to his friends In the pumpkin fields He has laugh lines and great ideas If only he can get out of here Get out of here (Out of here) ♪ Lovely little man of hay Was thrown together in a day Uncle henry gave his cap Aunt em a woolly cape The sun is setting now A myna bird picks at him His eyes and ears and crooked grin If only he can get out of here Get out of here (Get out of here) ♪ The dusk is creeping in Thrushes on the wire tease Let's just up and leave Tonight we're getting out of here Get out of here (Get out of here)