Lyrics:

Tending my fruit, tending my fruitAh you've got to have a hobbyA man must have a shed to keep him saneSpraying my b
uds, spraying my budsGot to keep away diseasesI mix the poisons and the wife don't complainSome people sayThat I am out of
my treeOr just a strawberry foolSomeday they'll see'Til then I'll blow you a raspberry'Cos apples and pears are meSo I'm
tending my fruitAnd I don't give a hoot'Cos it keeps me sane, it keeps me saneSome people sayThat I am out of my treeOr
just a strawberry foolSomeday they'll see'Til then I'll blow you a raspberry'Cos apples and pears are meSo I'm tending my
fruit, tending my fruitAh you've got to have a hobbyA man must have a shed to keep him saneTo keep him sane, to keep him san
e, to keep him saneOh the wife can't complainTo keep him sane, to keep him sane, yeah keeps him saneYeah to keep him sane,
to keep him sane, yeah it keeps him sane