Beaver Boogie-Woogie

Oh yeah, let’s talk ‘bout the king of the stream, Sharp teeth, big dreams, he’s livin’ the dream! He’s a rockin’ little beaver, building all night, With a slap of his tail, he’s outta sight! Chews up the logs, makes the water flow, He’s the king of the dam, and he’s stealing the show! Nobody’s cooler, no one comes close, While they’re stuck in the mud, he’s the one they toast! Shimmy to the left, stomp on the ground, That beaver’s got a rhythm that’s spinnin’ around! Beaver Boogie, slap that tail, Groovin’ to the rhythm, he’ll never fail! Chew it up, build it tight, Rockin’ on the river till the morning light! His teeth are sharp, like a fine-tuned axe, He’s the lumberjack master, and that’s a fact! With his whiskers twitchin’, and his coat so slick, He’s a cool little critter, the ultimate pick! They say he’s got teeth, but here’s the twist, It’s everyone else who’s gnawin’ with a jealous fist! Shimmy to the left, stomp on the ground, That beaver’s got a rhythm that’s spinnin’ around! Beaver Boogie, slap that tail, Groovin’ to the rhythm, he’ll never fail! Chew it up, build it tight, Rockin’ on the river till the morning light! From the forest to the stream, he’s a building machine, Gnawing down the timber with a jitterbug gleam! He don’t need no jukebox, just a splashy beat, When he’s slammin’ on the water, he’ll move your feet! He’s the envy of the woods, the dam-making king, While they’re sittin’ there whinin’, he’s doing his thing! Beaver Boogie, slap that tail, Groovin’ to the rhythm, he’ll never fail! Chew it up, build it tight, Rockin’ on the river till the morning light! He’s the rockin’ river rebel, the dam-making star, With his boogie-woogie spirit, he’s raisin’ the bar! Beaver Boogie, oh, can’t you see? He’s the coolest critter in the whole country! They call him the champ, and it’s no debate, He’s the one who rocks while they just hate! "Rock on, little beaver!"