when shepherds dont watch their flocks by night, jimmy´ll be right in about em, sheep are my profession and my obsession, i cant live without em,
a woolly hide stirs me inside, the sight of fleece presses my button, so i´m off up the farm wearing just wellies and charm, i´m gonna have me some mutton!
sheepies sheepies everywhere all giving me a saucy wink, sheepies sheepies everywhere want what jimmy´s got, i think.
sheepies sheepies everywhere n i want each n every one, but i best not make much noise cos the farmer´s WELL handy with that gun!
AND I´D BETTER LEAVE IT THERE IN CASE SOMEBODY IN AUTHORITY HAS THE THOUGHT PASS ACROSS THEIR SOLITARY BRAIN CELL THAT I´M SERIOUS AND SHUTS ME DOWN, NOT THAT SUCH THINGS ACTUALLY HAPPEN OF COURSE
