(Kinky Friedman & Panama Red)

She climbed the stairs that mornin’
Found him rather pale
His eyes they were the color
Of half-drunk ginger ale.
Faithful as a Magnavox
Hung-up on a song
She cried down to the breakfast nook,
“Ward, there’s something wrong.”

Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
The Beaver I believe-uh is gone.

Beaver was a dreamer
Never got it right
Died in livin’ color
Lived in black an’ white.

Faithful as a Magnavox
Hung-up on a song
She cried down to the breakfast nook,
“Ward, there’s something wrong.”

Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
The Beaver I believe-uh is gone.

Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver

Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin’s wrong.