This beaver grooves past midnight. . .
Goes right on till dawn.
Old growth is gettin’ higher;
Old grow comes not to harm.

What you doin’ on your back, huh?
You should be doin’ an attack, yeah!
You should be dammin’, yeah,
Dammin’, yeah!

That yew tree stand should tumble,
So get into that wood.
Try wood-munch, use your power;
Make clear-cuts where they stood.

What you doin’—jaws are slack, huh?
You should be doin’ an attack, yeah!
You should be dammin’, yeah,
Dammin’, yeah!

This beaver moves. . .gnashed big bite,
Goes right on till dawn.
Old growth was gettin’ higher;
Old grow comes now to harm.

Now teeth are groovin’. . .on attack, chomp!
Now teeth are chewing. . .on attack, chomp!
It’s good—he’s dammin’, yeah!
Dammin’ yeah!
So good—he’s dammin’, yeah!
With wood he’s dammin’, yeah,
With wood he’s damaged, yeah!
Once stood a stand there, yeah?
No wood’s now standing there.
So good—he’s dammin’, yeah!