Bushels

When he stumbled to his wares
 At last a penny laugh who awoke
 In the fourth course of the night
 Oh when he stumbled to his wares
 He said: I'll see you in the morning
 And now the night night night night sails in the morning
 With his quotas and his bales
 He called his sister, he called his mother
 He got his father, he scorned his mother
 He was what the poor, got a mean mean mean mean
 You don't die, you don't die, you don't sing sing sing sing
 You don't utilize, eulogize your pains
 Though there's a colony in song-oh oh oh oh...
 Oh, though, though he had
 l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a
 Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the
 The birch birch back it's swing
 Oh, though he had
 l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled the
 wings off a thousand feathered singing birds oh to give the
 earth back it's string
 Oh with his collared whip, with the echoing, with the haunted haunted hundred dollar ship
 in the holocade, when they altercate in the motorcade with the shield you shade
 Oh de-ar I'm proud of your gains
 Now with the collared whip, with the vehicle, when you know you know you know you're full of shit
 For the love, for the lives, for the black hood it pays you
 I'll think off on your gains, Oh oh oh
 Oh, though, though he had
 l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a
 Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the
 The birch birch back it's spring, oh oh oh
 Oh, though, though he had
 l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a
 Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the
 The birch birch back it's spring, when he pulled a
 Fly, oh offa little wing, oh to give the
 Earth back it's radium swing, oh he pulled a
 its a five thousand feathered radium wings oh to give give give
 the birch back it's spring, oh he pulled a
 Flies offa little wing wing wing wing, oh to give the
 bir-ch back its swing, oh-oh-uh...
 ...it's got got to last
 But the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last
 London is cold, but the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last
 When am I going to feel the sting of your sun?
 I was a singer, I sang on your heart
 I was a singer and I sang on your home...