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