The Farmyard Connection

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 draw dough We've gotta earn our living But every time the drug squad come in an shoot Bam goes another week's wages, bam 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 raid) What did you do? (We stood still) What did they do? (They drove away) We try to sit in the fields to protect our weed We've gotta earn our living And when the lawsuit gone and took away our weed Bam went another week's wages, bam went a family's feed Farm yard connection At the farm yard connection At the farm yard connection At the farm yard connection Hey, diddle-diddle, policemen on the fiddle He sold off the drugs to the man in the middle Who put it on a plane for Heathrow Central It was picked up by a hippie in a Hertz car rental Drove it into town and split it up in parcels Sold it to his friends at an ethnic party They talked about life, but missed all the points, points, points, points, points, points, points They sat crossed legged and passed around the joints As they inhaled the West Indian export They talked about life but missed all the points, points, points, points, points, points, points Meanwhile 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 field, it takes nine months to grow And we've gotta earn our living But if the crops don't show, we're gonna starve Bam 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