While I stood under your bedroom window
Throwin' up a brick
No one came, I threw one more
That really did the trick
Your daddy came and banged my head
He said what kind of man,
Is this that's hangin' round my girl?
Huh, he threw me in the can
You're a farmer's daughter
You're a farmer's daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn't ought to get
I won't get no more
Eggs and water
Now I've laid the farmer's daughter

Imagine I was a full grown man
And I could talk just right
Could I come and see you here
And do this every night?
The door comes crashing down
Your daddy's face all pale
Says: Come with me you hairy bum
I'll put you in my jail
You're a judge's daughter
You're a judge's daughter
Why do I always get the kinda girl
I didn't ought to get
Now I'm getting
Jail and torture
'Cause I made
The judge's daughter
(Yes I did)
(It was nice)

Seems they're screaming
Law and order
When I go with anyone's daughter

Woman, I should like some peace
And daddy hold your tongue
I think you're gonna die of fright
When I tell you what I've done
I can hear your tales and lies
You say I'm dumb and scraggy
But man this dumb and scraggy
Is your daughter's baby's daddy
She's a lucky daughter
Such a lucky daughter
Why did I always get
The kinda girl I didn't wanna get
Now I've got what I always fought for
'Cause I married a rich man's daughter
(What do you think of that?)

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