Lyrics The Farm Yard Connection - 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 dough
We've gotta earn our living
But every time the drug squad come in an shoot
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 sit in the fields to protect our weed
We've gotta earn our living
And when the lawsuit gone and took away our weed
Bam went another week's wages, bam went a 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 a plane for 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
They sat crossed legged and passed around the joints
As they inhaled the West Indian export
They talked about life but missed all the 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
And we've gotta earn our 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