Sharp teeth, sounds nice, Death uses this machine Cuts coffins like a rice Suddenly blood can be seen It runs during terrible scream Even doctor makes a mistake While sending bodies to him Alive inside for cutting the cake. Ref.: Once again it cannot be stopped So the chainsaw keeps cutting,, Until the head isn't chopped His poor teeth keep biting. Turns flesh & bones into mud Sending that guy on his way Woodman wipes out the blood Spilling gas around will be okay. Stops the chainsaw for a while Pulls out a pack of cigars Throws the lighter onto the pile And walks home under the stars Ref.: The whole mess is eaten by fire Leaving nothing but a pile of ash The woodman has to admire His chainsaw starting afresh.