Farmer Johnson

Farmer Johnson's got a gun
He's out to have a little fun
Look out Sally, look out Bill
When he catches you, you he'll kill

Here comes mama down the highway
Bang, bang, she blowed away
Farmer Johnson sits a-smoking
A little cuddly piggy he's poking

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Children on the playground
They smell a stench when he's around
The old man's a feculent churl
Then he lays his eyes on a little girl

A victim of his evil deed
Farmer Johnson plants his seed
Now he's locked behind four walls
Nothing to do but scratch his balls

Ugh
Ow