Everything That's Made of Wood

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