Baby attends church in her pretty white dress Squeezes the hymnal tight to her breast Sings like an angel, sweats like a thief Bit me last night like Adam and Eve
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats And dancing 'neath the milky moon
Baby takes communion with the rest of the clan They bought a Pat Boone tour to the Holy Land At the Shrine of the Virgin, she was dressed to kill With her Mad Dog 20 and her birth control pills
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats Dance beneath the milky moon
On your hands, hands, hands and knees On your hands, hands, hands and knees On your hands, hands, hands and knees Talking pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, please
Baby cries sometimes for no reason at all Makes the minister nervous in the confession stall Ma's little angel, pa's little dear A child of God with her makeup smeared
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats Dance beneath the milky moon
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats Bow to your partner and do si do Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats Dance beneath the milky moon
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