While I stood under your bedroom window Throwin' up a brick No one came, I threw one more That really did the trick Your daddy came and banged my head He said what kind of man, Is this that's hangin' round my girl? Huh, he threw me in the can You're a farmer's daughter You're a farmer's daughter Why do I always get The kinda girl I didn't ought to get I won't get no more Eggs and water Now I've laid the farmer's daughter
Imagine I was a full grown man And I could talk just right Could I come and see you here And do this every night? Wham! The door comes crashing down Your daddy's face all pale Says "come with me you hairy bum" "I'll put you in my jail" You're a judge's daughter You're a judge's daughter Why do I always get the kinda girl I didn't ought to get Now I'm getting Jail and torture 'Cause I made The judge's daughter (Yes I did) (It was nice)
Seems they're screaming Law and order When I go with anyone's daughter
Woman I should like some pease And daddy hold your tongue I think you're gonna die of fright When I tell you what I've done I can hear your tales and lies You say I'm dumb and scraggy But man this dumb and scraggy Is your daughter's baby's daddy She's a lucky daughter Such a lucky daughter Why did I always get The kinda girl I didn't wanna get Now I've got what I always fought for 'Cause I married a rich man's daughter (What do you think of that?)
Compositores: Ian Anderson Paice (PRS), Ian Gillan (PRS), Jon Douglas Lord (Jon Lord) (PRS), Richard Blackmore (Blackmore Ritchie) (PRS), Roger David Glover (David Roger) (PRS)Editor: Henrees Music Co (PRS)Administração: Henrees Music Co (PRS), Sony Music Publishing LLCPublicado em 2005 (10/Nov) e lançado em 1996ECAD verificado obra #1267413 e fonograma #1035921 em 03/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM