Iím not afraid of dirt
or mud or muck or doing hard work.
With a saw or axe Iíll fell, limb, and buck a tree,
and though it may not be the prettiest job you see
it works, and thatís what really counts.
When it comes to looks I donít care an ounce,
be they mine or yours or the job I did,
Ďcause though Iím not pretty Iíve got thoughts in my head.
So when I go to sleep in my cold lonely bed,
(which is the way I prefer it, donít get upset)
when Iím alone, Iíve my mindís company,
and thatís really all than anyone needs.