Down On The Farm Lyrics

Down On The Farm lyrics

Every Sunday morning, before daybreak 
Down upon the farm, on the fishpond 
All the little ducks, they go paddling 
Look out goldfish your for breakfast 
 
 
Sunday morning hear the churchbells ringing 
High up in the trees the birds were singing In the dewey grass spiders spinning

Rooster calls and cocks his doodle 
All around the farm animals stirring 
Through the morning mist the bulls are beefing 
In the grassy meadows cows are munching 
Daisy Bell it`s time for milking 
 
 
There`s such a lot to be done on the farm 
In the sunshine, and when it`s lunchtime 
It`s hop down the pub for a pint 
Back on the tractor to finish the plowing 
 
 
Standing all alone, Fred the scarecrow 
Hasn`t got a clue how the wheat grows 
Doesn`t mind the rain, hates the cold though 
Specially when those icewinds blow snow 
 
 
All along the lane, bees are buzzing 
Little furry things in hedgerows scurrying 
In amongst the corn the bunnies are bouncing 
Must have springs upon their feet 
 
 
Behind the cowshed 
The plowman is taking a peek 
At the farmer`s daughter 
Who`s hanging her undies in the sun 
 
 
Better get on your boots and join us 
Down on the farm 
 
 
Down here on the farm 
 
It`s a lovely day for country walking 
The vicar`s on his bike, Billy`s skateboarding 
The farmer and his dog out back shooting 
The gun goes off and hits the tweeting (or: its stopped tweeting) 
 
 
Lots of smelly stinks around the farmyard 
Great big pile of sh..t behind the rhubarb 
Sitting in his pram, baby bunting 
Does a *BURP* and starts his grunting 
 
 
Give him a drink, he`s gone pink 
Wants his mummy, needs changing I think 
Such a lot can be done on the farm 
In the sunshine 
And when it`s lunchtime 
It`s hop down the pub for a pint 
Sneak out the backway with Nelly the barmaid 
To the woods