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QualityLyrics / C / Camela / Down On The Farm lyrics  (72 visits)

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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

Rooster calls and talks his voodo

All around the farm animals stirring

Through the morning mist the bulls are beefing

'Til across the meadows cows are munching

Crazy though 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 (x5)

Better get on your boots and join us - Down here on the farm



It's a lovely day for country walking

The vicar's on his bike, Vinny's skateboarding

Farmer and his dog out back shooting

Gun goes off and birds stop tweeting



Lot's of smelly stinks 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



Better get on your boots and join us - Down on the farm...


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