Farmer Brown came to town Started to take in the sights Cabarets, swell cafes Took up most of his nights After seven days or so After seeing ev'ry show After meeting May and Flo Farmer Brown remarked
I love the cows and chickens But this is the life, this is the life! I love to raise the dickens! While I'm Cabareting Where the band is playing I love the homemade cider But I'd rather have wine No more picking berries Me for cocktail cherries! This is the life, this is the life, this is the life for mine
Missus Brown, out of town Wrote to her husband and said "Please come home, I'm alone!" When her letter, he read Farmer Brown took off his coat Sat right down and then he wrote To his wife a little note This is what he said:Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
