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 cocks his doodle
All around the farm animals stirring Through the morning mist the bulls are beefing In across the meadows cows are munching Crazy about 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 mommy, 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 (U-o-o-hh!) To the woods
Better get on your boots and join us Down on the farm