That big old beard
That ax on your shoulder
Strutting in your flannel
Through forest o’er boulders

Deep in the woods
No one around
Your voice calling timber
The only sound

Lumbersnack
Lumbersnack
Won’t you let me have a bite

I’ll make you flapjacks
And coffee too
Breakfast for all y’all
What I’m here to do

When it gets cold
I’ll start the fire
We’ll cuddle close
Just as cozy as the Shire

Lumbersnack
Lumbersnack
Won’t you let me have a bite

You’re old fashioned
No chainsaw for you
Your arms and your ax
Let you do what you do

A real manly man
In the Canadian wild
Your actions so loud
Your words oh so mild

Lumbersnack
Lumbersnack
Won’t you let me have a bite

You lace up those boots
Wear your flannel lined jeans
You say what you say
And you mean what you mean

High in the mountains
Where air makes you hypoxic
Still your masculinity
Has never been toxic

Lumbersnack
Lumbersnack
Won’t you let me have a bite

While I’m at the camp
I’m dreaming of you
Hoping that soon I’ll
Draw your notice too

Until that day
I’ll just treat you kind
While you wrap your arms
Around me in my mind

Lumbersnack
Lumbersnack
Won’t you let me have a bite