That's the Woody Woodpecker's song He's a-peckin' it all day long He pecks a few holes in a tree to see If a redwood's really red And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim, To peck a few holes in your head That's the Woody Woodpecker's tune Makes the other woodpeckers swoon Though it doesn't make sense to the dog and the den So the lady woodpeckers long for That's the Woody Woodpecker's song That's the Woody Woodpecker's song He's a-peckin' it all day long He pecks a few holes in a tree to see If a redwood's really red And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim, To peck holes in your head That's the Woody Woodpecker's tune Makes the other woodpeckers swoon Though it doesn't make sense to the dog and the den So the lady woodpeckers long for That's the Woody Woodpecker's song