The Farmyard Connection Songtext
von Fun Boy Three

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 drugs 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 passed 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