de-typo-d lyrics
yes, there are lyrics below, but i hate lyrics w/typos. (its still an awesome song anyway)
There was an old farmer who lived on a rock he sat in the meadow just shaking his fist at some boys who were down by the creek their feet in the water their hands on their marbles and play things at a half passed four there came a young lady who looked like a pretty young creature she sat on the grass she pulled up her dress and she showed them her ruffles and laces and white fluffy duck she said she was learning a new way to bring up her children so they would not spit while the boys in the barnyard were shoveling refuse and litter from yesterday's hunt while the girl in the meadow was rubbing her eyes at the fellow, down by the dock he looked like a man with a sizable home in the country with a big fence out front if he asked her politely she'd show him her little pet dog who was subject to fits and maybe she'd let him grab hold of her small tender hands with a movement so quick and then she'd bend over and suck on his candy so tasty made of butterscotch and then he'd spread whip cream all over her cookies that she had left out on her shelf if you think this is dirty you can go (^&# your self!