he stood there, carving a son
and when finally done, he'd boast...
"i've got a replica boy of my own"
he looked at him with those dead eyes
but if his dreams came true
he'd become real...and he'd be not alone
no...he would be not alone

she lent a hand and she touched him
so strong her magic reached
next thing he's awake, lumber lively, as planned
this made for smiles and smiles
in this simple man's abode
"liver and liver and liver", dad chants

he's his father's wood tyke
made with father's wood skills
he was looking so right
he had all of the frills
what a quizzical sight
what he carved, nailed and drilled
you ain't seen the like
had a conscience instilled

ooh...ooh ooh....ooh...YEAH

he headed off cause he felt
that a change would do him good
see some new friends...bad natured souls
he had born truly chaste
but he let it slip away
cricket lost face...and he lost all control
oh...he had lost all control

night after night
and day after day, he went on and on
then came ol' monstro, who ate him all gone
dad spent all night tracking down...
his poor son, gone astray
wondering if he would ever come home

he's his father's wood tyke
made with father's wood skills
dad found him alright
as a good papa will
what a beautiful sight
all his wishes fulfilled
a boy so lifelike
it would give you the chills

ooh...ooh ooh....ooh...YEAH