Lyrics The Farm Yard Connection (Live in Hitchin 6th April 1983) - Fun Boy Three

This next song's dedicated to the West Indian people who'd grown Marijuana
To bring over here for hippies to smoke and they chop their arms off
It's called "Farmyard connection"

Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection

What's your name? (Peter and Paul)
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
Every time the drug squad coming in June
Bam goes another week's wages, bam goes another week's food

Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection

What happened next? (Policeman come)
What did they do? (They made a raid)
What did you do? (We stood still)
What did they do? (They drove away)

We try to sleep in the fields to protect our weed
We've gotta earn a living
The law squad gone and took away our weed
Bam went another week's wages, bam went our family's feed

Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection

Hey, diddle, diddle, policemen on the fiddle
Sold off the drugs to the man in the middle
Who put it on the plane to Heathrow Central
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

Sat cross-legged and passed around the joints
They inhaled the West Indian exports
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 gotta replant the field, it takes nine months to grow
And we gotta earn a living
If the crops don't show, we're gonna starve
Bam goes another year's wages, goodbye to life on the farm

Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection
Farmyard connection
At the farmyard connection