Fun Boy Three:The Farm Yard Connection

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“The Farm Yard Connection”
Artist: Fun Boy Three
Albums: Waiting (1983)
Composers: Fun Boy Three

Farm yard 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 draught dope
We've gotta earn our living
But can't return to jobs what come on in June
Time goes another week's wages, time 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'd stood still)
What did they do? (they drove away)

We drive a city bedtime weed
We've gotta earn our living
And when the law's come and took away our weed
Found went another week's wages, found went the family's feed

Farm yard connection
At the farm yard connection
At the farm yard connection
At the farm yard connection

I hate 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 nick party
He took about a light, he missed all the points, points, points, points, points, points, points
He crossed leggit and passed around the joint
So that can help the west in the 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 for the living
But if the crops don't show, we're gonna starve
Fine goes another week'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