Sometimes it's hard, and there's no woman
sitting in the house for what you've planned
These are bad times, and you want good times
So, you do things some won't understand
They'd be upsetish by your fetish,
thinking you should handle it by hand
But, for us farmers, there are charmers,
right out there in the pasture land
Stand by your lamb
Snuggle that wool she brings you
So soft and warm to cling to
When nights are cold and lonely
Stand by your lamb
Heck with the world, you love her
As only good perverters can
|: Stand by your lamb :|
Place no one else above her
Let that sheep know just hers, you am
|: Stand... by... your la-a-m-b :|