©1980 Words and Music by Donald T. McMahon
Now I am just a little kid,
I'm prob'ly less than seven.
The tree that stands in my backyard,
To me it's simply Heaven.
I climb up in the treetops tall,
And swing from limb to limb.
And if anyone even touches it,
I'll surely murder him.
Chorus:
Because, hey,
No one's gonna swing in my tree.
I said hey, no one's gonna swing in my tree.
We used to have a little cat,
Got in my tree one time.
I watched her as she snuck around,
And up the tree she climbed.
I quickly got my BB gun,
And quicker ran outside.
I shot the kitty in the eye,
And the little kitty died.
Chorus:
Because, hey,
No one's gonna swing in my tree.
I said hey, no one's gonna swing in my tree.
A little dog he dug a hole,
To bury a bone he had.
But he dug the hole beside my tree,
And that was very bad.
I grabbed up mother's garden hoe,
And hit him in the head.
Dug the hole a little deeper and
Put the dog in it instead.
Chorus:
Because, hey,
No one's gonna swing in my tree.
I said hey, no one's gonna swing in my tree.
Now I grew up, my tree did too,
But I kept my bad habits.
I was killin' things, well left and right,
As fast as breedin' rabbits.
But when I killed the clerk downtown,
For overchargin' me.
They sentenced me to die and then
They hung me in my tree.
Chorus:
And so, hey,
I got to swing in my tree.
I said hey, I got to swing in my tree.
I said hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
I got to swing in my tree.
©1980 Words and Music by Donald T. McMahon