You ain't nothin' but a round log
Nothing much to do
You ain't nothin' but a round log
People sit on you
If you were a log in Holland
They'd make you into shoes

This song I'm regrettin'
Run out of ideas
Shoulda written 'bout Dubya
Or even Britney Spears
We-ell I'm out of inspiration
I need a few more beers

(A few beers later.....)

You ain't nothin but a round log
Sittin' in the park
You ain't nothin' but a round log
Covered all in bark
You're so very brown and log-like
You'd make a damn good....ark (?)

This song's really rubbish
Getting more absurd
I was gonna use "shrubbish"
Ain't even a word
We-ell, my parody on timber
Is just a big brown turd

You ain't nothin' but a round log
Laying on the ground
You ain't nothin' but a round log
Making not a sound
You will never be a tea chest
And all you are is round!!!!