Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Farmyard Connection, artist - Fun Boy Three. Album song The Best Of, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 20.09.1984
Record label: Chrysalis
Song language: English
The Farmyard Connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| What’s your name? |
| (Peter and Bob) |
| What’s your age? |
| (we're 23) |
| Where do you live? |
| (we live on the farm) |
| What do you do? |
| (we plant weed) |
| We gotta do what we do 'cause we can’t draw dough |
| We’ve gotta earn our living |
| But can’t return to jobs what come on in June |
| Time goes another week’s wages, bang goes another week’s food |
| Farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| What happened next? |
| (policemen come) |
| What did they do? |
| (they make a rage) |
| What did you do? |
| (we've stood still) |
| What did they do? |
| (they drove away) |
| We try to seat in the fields to prepare our weed |
| We’ve gotta earn our living |
| And when the lawsuit come and took away our weed |
| Bang went another week’s wages, bang went the family’s feed |
| Farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| A-hey diddle diddle, policemen on the fiddle |
| He sold all the drugs to the man in the middle |
| He put it on the plane but he throw central |
| It was picked up by a hippie and it hurts car rental |
| Throb it into town and split it to him parson |
| Sold it to his friends at the net nick party |
| He took about a light, but missed all the points, points, points, points, |
| points, points, points |
| He sat crossed legged and passed around the joint |
| So that he can help the West Indian export |
| He took about a light but missed all the points, points, points, points, points, |
| points, points |
| Till we back on the farm |
| We’re still working hard |
| We’ve got deadlines to meet |
| We’re rushed off our feet |
| We’ve got to replant the feed and next land miles to grow |
| And we’ve gotta earn our living |
| But if the crops don’t show, we’re gonna starve |
| Fine goes another year’s wages, goodbye to life on the farm |
| Farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |
| At the farm yard connection |