By a broken down stone wall, I heard an old girl calling Albert, they have taken you away Since the sheep they have all gone, thru the post came lots of porn And the Council Tax you did refuse to pay
Low lie the fields of wheat & rye Where once we shot small birds up on high We shot them as they flew, then we put them into a stew Or else we ate them in a crusty pie
Near a smelly old pig sty, I heard a farm hand crying Nothing matters Mavis, when you're pissed The cows have got B.S.E. I've spent the grant from the E.E.C. And the farmers got his knickers in a twist
Down by the five bar gate, I heard the farmer stating Albert, I will break you're ruddy neck The cows have all got out, and the milkmaids up the spout You've turned my brand new tractor into a wreck
Beside the old dung heap, I saw the policemen creeping They were searching for my stash I hid nearby Sniffer dogs were on my trail, and I'd soon be heading for jail It's so lonely hiding in the fields of wheat & rye
Low lie the fields of wheat & rye Where once we shot small birds up on high We shot them as they flew, then we put them into a stew Or else we ate them in a crusty pie
If ya record it, I wants millions:-) (and NO, I don't do parodies!)