I hate ev'ry time I hear that awful creakin'
Like the sound of a super-ancient hotel door
But the source is a bit closer
Afraid that it's emanatin' from my core
That squeak you hear, my limbs, I fear

Because, you see, I'm made of wood and it is not enchantin'
May wax poetic good but I'll just keep on rantin' (keep on rantin')

Now my whole back is hurtin' from termite invasions
I knew that that genie would abuse my trust
I didn't really think this would be the outcome, haha
Wanted to erase my acne
But he was a douche and now I'm all barked up
Oh, oh, oh

It's plain to see I'm made of wood but it is not enchantin'
Don't make out like it's good, can you not hear my rantin' (hear my rantin')?
When you're a bein' made of wood should know that you're expandin'
Your feet keep takin' root and it's a pain replantin' (pain replantin')

Ooh, yeah, yeah-eah
Ooh, yeah, yeah-eah
Leaf hair just looks daft, it makes me snap at birds nappin'

A livin' tree man, made of wood because my wish skill's lackin'
I won't say "I am Groot" so could you please stop laughin' (please stop laughin')?
Some don't believe I'm made of wood, just think I'm sweet at prankin'
But once I've spawned, they should, so then who will be laughin' (who'll be laughin')?

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Clones I'm plantin'
Who'll be laughin'?