The Man With The Weird Beard

[Chorus]
(Beaver)[x2]
Straggly raggly hair on his chin
Battered and tattered and ugly as sin
Eagle-eyed and floppy-eared
He's the man with the weird beard
Who is he, what is he, nobody knows
Both of his heels are as bare as his toes
Never had his whiskers sheared
He's the man with the weird beard

[Verse 1]
It isn't black
It isn't white
It isn't short, it ain't long
It just isn't right
It's the craziest garden of hair
Seven robins live in there
Walk with him, talk with him
What do you find?
More on his chin
Than he's got on his mind
And that's the story that I heared
About the man with the weird beard

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
It isn't green (no)
It isn't gray (no)
It isn't oats, it ain't corn
It isn't hay (nay nay)
It's a jungle that hangs from his ears
He hasn't seen his feet for years
Look at him, look at him
Dressed in his best
Wearing a beaver
Instead of a vest
You aren't lived until you've heard
About the man with the weird beard

[Outro]
I said the man with the weird beard[x3]
(Beaver)[x2]
(Ow)