An oldie but a goldie.

 

They say we’re young but I’m a man

And ewe, I know is mutton dressed as lamb.

The other sheep say it’s wrong when

You shag me as well as other men.

 

Babe, I got ewe Babe.

I got ewe Babe.

 

Those happy nights we spent alone

While next door your sheepdog gnawed his bone.

I’d take a shower, you’d swim the dip,

I’d paint your hooves, I’d give your fleece a clip.

The condoms that I used, of course,

Were flavoured mint; you said you liked my sauce.

 

Babe, I got ewe Babe.

I got ewe Babe.

 

You’ve got flowers in your field

You’re my height once I’d kneeled

And clag-nuts are fine, my love will prevail

I really don’t mind them under your tail.

 

But then you went out on the pull

You got bored, went looking for new wool.

You wanted ramming, wanted horn

You went with Larry then you went with Shaun;

You blamed Dolly but I’m no fool

It was ewe got ringworm on my tool.

 

Babe, I got ewe Babe

I got ewe Babe