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)