(Words in parentheses are spoken)

Lately when I'm in the barn
I think of bleep
Here am I down on the farm,
And up on a sheep....

Hay There,
Ewe with the pink pretty eyes
Hold still and take this tool of mine
I think you're just my size
Hay There,
Clover's the special treat
Now, I'll just pitch down some to you
And pretty soon, I'll come to you..

Rams, just forget 'em
They got their horns in the air
I'll give your step a brand new spring
You're gonna like me there

Won't you take this sweet hay
I'm forkin'.... have another
Please don't think I'm a perverted queer
Since it is kinda' dark in here,
If I stick somethin' in your rear,
And not the other

Hay There, you with the pink pretty eyes,
(Are you talking to me?)
Hold still and take this tool of mine,
(Holy Cow! Wow!)
Wooly warm are your thighs
(Yes, and virgin,too..)

Won't you take this sweet hay
I'm forkin'...have another
Please don't think I'm a perverted queer
since it is kinda' dark in here,
If I stick somethin' in your rear
And not the other..