Real tree Lee is a real mother looker

He likes the older women he’s a dirty old mucker

Walking round the city in his ghillie suit

Looking for some troops that he can recruit

Real tree Lee took his kids out of school

He taught them to survive and that drugs are uncool

But 1983 my man Lee was on crack

Then he found Jesus there's no looking back

Real tree Lee only parties in his bunker

He stays on the juice while the troops get drunker

Says he was a bad boy in the past

Smoking on a bowl with his jeans half mast

Real tree Lee only has one suit

He owns a lot of guns but nеver learnt to shoot

He drivеs an old pick up, makes his own diesel

Keeps it in his shed 'cos he knows it ain’t legal

Real tree Lee doesn't talk to the neighbours

He doesn’t cut the grass or do any favours

No one wants to park over real tree's drive

If you block his escape routes you’ll never survive

Real tree Lee thinks the world of himself

But as a matter of fact he’s a born again incel

Hides in the leaves 'cos he knows he’s hated

Nothing like some dirt when you ain’t vaccinated

Real tree Lee only has one suit

He owns a lot of guns but he never learnt to shoot

He drives an old pick up, makes his own diesel

Keeps it in his shed 'cos he knows it ain’t legal

He knows it ain't legal