Hey Mr. Wilson I'm glad to shake your hand   And it's nice to see you too and yes I understand      That I'm not to take it personal although we look like people   And it could be my son on the chopping block   But I'm sure he'll understand      You're at the table and you seem nice enough   Oh his daddy, he was mad   He came and took my ball and bat      I just can't figure are you for real or not   Called me brother, sister, mother   Shook my hand and caused me [Incomprehensible]      And I'm not to take it personal although we look like people   And it could be my wife on the chopping block   But I'm sure she'll understand, I'm sure we'll understand      And I'm not to take you personal although we look like people   And it could be my head on the chopping block   But I'm sure I'll understand, I'm sure we'll understand   No we don't understand      Hey Mr. Wilson   Do what you have to do   May [Incomprehensible] the apples ripe   I'm going to Japan