Every Sunday morning, before daybreak
   Down upon the farm, on the fishpond
   All the little ducks, they go paddling
   Look out goldfish your 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 the grassy meadows cows are munching
   Daisy Bell 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 scurrying
   In amongst the corn the bunnies are bouncing
   Must have springs 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, Billy's skateboarding
   The farmer and his dog out back shooting
   The gun goes off and hits the tweeting (or: its stopped tweeting)
  
   Lots of smelly stinks around the farmyard
   Great big pile of sh..t behind the rhubarb
   Sitting in his pram, baby bunting
   Does a *BURP* 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