Lyrics:

Every Sunday morning, before daybreakDown upon the farm, on the fishpondAll the little ducks, they go paddlingLook o
ut for fish or for breakfastSunday morning hear the churchbells ringingHigh up in the trees the birds were singingIn the de
wey grass spiders spinningRooster calls and talks his voodoAll around the farm animals stirringThrough the morning mist the
bulls are beefing'Til across the meadows cows are munchingCrazy though it's time for milkingThere's such a lot to be done o
n the farmIn the sunshine, and when it's lunchtimeIt's hop down the pub for a pintBack on the tractor to finish the plowing
Standing all alone, Fred the scarecrowHasn't got a clue how the wheat growsDoesn't mind the rain, hates the cold thoughSpec
ially when those icewinds blow snowAll along the lane, bees are buzzingLittle furry things in hedgerows swirringIn amongst
the corn the bunnies are bouncingRoosters spring upon their feetBehind the cowshedThe plowman is taking a peekAt the farme
r's daughterWho's hanging her undies in the sunBetter get on your boots and join us - Down on the farm (x5)Better get o
n your boots and join us - Down here on the farmIt's a lovely day for country walkingThe vicar's on his bike, Vinny's skateb
oardingFarmer and his dog out back shootingGun goes off and birds stop tweetingLot's of smelly stinks around the farmyardG
reat big pile of sh.t behind the rhubarbSitting in his pram, baby buntingDogs are up and starts his gruntingGive him a drin
k, he's gone pinkWants his mummy, needs changing I thinkSuch a lot can be done on the farm-aca