Wooden Floor

Lyrics

The wooden floor is made of wood And the wood is very good Oak, we think The wooden floor is full of grace And beneath the floor there is a space Where dirt and bits of stuff reside And recently, at their side A human head The human head belonged to Pete Who scuffed the floor With his giant feet He will not be doing that again Unless his corpse grows a new head And comes back to life I got a splinter in my eye I feel that I will surely die Or go blind My eye is of great use to me For winking, and of course to see the stars That light the sky at night, and speeding cars and birds in flight And my enemies My enemies are many and strong They come to my house and do me wrong They damage my floor and expect me not to kill them They are fools. And deserve to die The wooden floor is made of wood And the wood is very good It's very good