Well he's been in my corn
And he's been in my beans
I was lookin' for him

And I tore up my jeans
Tell you what, don't git outta my greens
I'm'a throw that critter right down the stream


How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
He's a brown woodchuck

And a round woodchuck
And he's chuckin' all the wood that he could


Well I found that critter
He was lookin' mean
He was pumpin' his fists

Showin' all his teeth
Well I pulled out my rifle, shot him in the spleen
And he fell right over by the dogwood tree


How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
He's a brown woodchuck

And a round woodchuck
And he's chuckin' all the wood that he could


Well we chopped him up
Put it all on plates
Then we scarfed it down

And it tasted great
Tell you, if it won't for would in that meat
I'da swore it taste an awful lot like steak


How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
He's a brown woodchuck

And a round woodchuck
And he's chuckin' all the wood that he could