This song is fascinating because it has spread around the globe in the old-fashioned way, mostly from person-to-person...not through recorded media.
I learned this song in the early 80s. There's a bit of my story, and how Elizabeth May got involved below.
However, what's your story of this fabulous song?
To get the ball rolling, here's what composer Peter Krug has to say about this, from Mudcat.org:
"I wrote Chainsaw in the fall of 1976 while cutting firewood with a borrowed chainsaw and brooding over the prospect of being single and facing a cold, soggy winter. As I sawed away the two unrelated things merged into a song. I thought it'd be a fun little ditty to sing at parties, but it got away from me."
And this.... from the Camp Meeker Beat by Tom Austin- March 2015, Sonoma County Gazette...[emphasis mine]
"I had the pleasure of speaking to one such resident recently, songwriter Peter Krug, who lived at 101 Market Street from 1970 to 1978. It was while Peter was living here that he penned the immortal folk ditty “Looking for a Woman with a Chainsaw”. It seems Peter was the lucky recipient of part of a cord of firewood, unceremoniously dumped in his driveway one wintry day, and in order to get on with the rest of his business he needed to get that wood cut up. Peter, being a single guy at the time, passed the time during this menial labor by daydreaming about the woman of his dreams – his dreams at the moment being someone conversant in power tools who could help him with this current sweat-stained task. Lo and behold, a song was born! And, well, things started to happen. As you kids today might say, the song went viral. Might have taken a bit longer to do so in those days of no YouTube (heck, this was before the entire dang INTERNET! Before CD players, fer gosh sakes!), but it happened all the same. Doubt me? Just google “looking for a woman with a chainsaw” and you will there a see that the song has entered the folk canon. They’re playing it all the way up in the Yukon! There are royalties! It’s been translated into French! Yes, it’s safe to say that Mr. Krug (who now lives in Guerneville) is…”Big in Canada”. Apparently the farther north you go, the more that song speaks to a man."
So, what's your tale? Read and add to this discussion.