I was born in Arkansas, me mammy was a squaw, pappy hailed from Timbuktu There’s one thing I recall that I hated most of all Was that little green shed, our Loo It had a Cedar shingle roof, I swear that was the truth Hinges all rusting and corroding, ‘twas a ghastly shade of green The worst you’ve ever seen, it stood there at the bottom of the garden Well one day when I was six, I was chopping at some sticks When a nasty little gleam came to my eye I ran down to the John and shoved it off the lawn In to the river flowing gently by Soon my Pappy called my name ,he yelled "Hey, what's ya game ?" Why did you shove our privy in the drink Well then I shook with fear and shed a little tear I said it wasn’t me I didn’t think It had a Cedar shingle roof, I swear that was the truth Hinges all rusting and corroding, ‘twas a ghastly shade of green The worst you’ve ever seen, it stood there at the bottom of the garden Then my Pappy told to me, how George Washington, felled the tree Then he went and owned up straight away And he because he told the truth, that honest youth foresooth His Pappy didn’t punish him that day Well, me being a little green, I thought I'd best come clean So I told my Pappy how I sank that shack Well, with a rebel cry of glee he hauled me o’er his knee Proceeded to wop me blue and black It had a Cedar shingle roof, I swear that was the truth Hinges all rusting and corroding, ‘twas a ghastly shade of green The worst you’ve ever seen, it stood there at the bottom of the garden Since I hadn’t told a lie, I asked my Pappy why He sat there and he answered with a frown Well, George Washington’s pappy, he, wasn’t sitting in the tree When that little bastard went and chopped it down