Текст песни This is the Life - Billy Murray

Farmer Brown came to town
Started to take in the sights
Cabarets, well cafés
Took up most of his nights
After seven days or so
After seeing every show
After meeting May and Flo
Farmer Brown remarked

I love the cows and chickens
But this is the life, whee! This is the life
I love to raise the chickens
While I'm cabareting where the band is playing
I love the homemade cider
But I'd rather have wine
No more picking berries
Me for cocktail cherries
This is the life, whee! This is the life
This is the life for mine

I love the cows and chickens
But this is the life, this is the life
I love to raise the chickens
While I'm cabareting where the band is playing
I love the homemade cider
But I'd rather have wine
No more picking berries
Me for cocktail cherries
This is the life, this is the life
This is the life for mine

Mrs. Brown, out of town
Wrote to her husband and said
"Please come home, I'm alone"
When her letter he read
Farmer Brown took off his coat
Sat right down and then he wrote
To his wife a little note
This is what he said

I love the cows and chickens
But this is the life, whee! This is the life
I love to raise the chickens
While I'm cabareting where the band is playing
I love the homemade cider
But I'd rather have wine
Me for wealthy water
Zip! There goes another quarter
This is the life, whee! This is the life
This is the life for mine