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Down On The Farm (Sinclair) Every Sunday morning, before daybreak Down upon the farm, on the fishpond All the little ducks, they go paddling Look out for fish or for breakfast Sunday morning hear the churchbells ringing High up in the trees the birds were singing In the dewey grass spiders spinning All around the farm animals stirring Through the morning mist the bulls are beefing Up across the meadows cows are munching Crazy but 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 swirring In amongst the corn the bunnies are bouncing Roosters spring 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, Vinny's skateboarding The farmer and his dog out back shooting The gun goes off and birds stop tweeting Lost dog sneaks around the farmyard Great big pile of sh..t behind the rhubarb Sitting in his pram, baby bunting Dogs are up 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
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