Fun Boy Three - Farmyard Connection by Fun Boy Three lyrics

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 a job We've gotta earn a living But every time the drug squad commin in june 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 sleep in the fields to protrect our weed We've gotta earn a living But when the law squad gone and took away our weed BAM went another week's wages, BAM went our 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 d** to the man in the middle Who put it on the plane to 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, points, points They sat cross legged and pa**ed around the joints And they inhaled the west Indian exports They talked about life but missed all the points, points, points, 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 We've got to earn a 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 --- .