[Verse 1]

He doesn't need anything, he's got a fighting chance

It's hard to think that anyone would shoot him less than a glance

He's sorry and he told me tell you

I think that's he's full of shit and I need to tell you

[Chorus]

Hey Oak Tree

I think you're doing just fine

So I'll try not to climb

Swamp Yankee

Your dad's crash left kind of blind in one eye

Your hard work's undermined

[Verse 2]

It's wrong to give him any less than he actually earned

It's hard to justify your lot in life you don't deserve

With cheap gifts and knickknacks you don't need

They'll end up in the junk drawer absentmindedly

[Chorus]

Hey Oak Tree

Hope you're doing just fine

So I'll try to climb

Swamp Yankee

Your dad's crash left him with some glass in his cheek

Now your future looks so bleak