Sex On The Farm

Hello, my name is Dizzy J.
I work on a farm, making hay.
No one knows me, no one may,
Hiding out, don't wanna pay.
Yeah I did it, did the crime,
But no way I'm doing time.
Got my baby, got my rhyme
Making hay 'til the sun don't shine.

Living with Farmer Joe
Hell, boy, he don't know
Hiding out, nowhere to go
Got me some hay, gotta mow
Got my girl, name is Kate
Met her back in the city, mate,
Took her out on a sex-date
She sure fills up my plate.

Sex with Kate is really fine
So that's why I made her mine
On her lusciousness I will dine
Waiting for quitting time.
Mrs. Joe feeds supper now
While Farmer Joe milks the cow
Only so much they'll allow
But my bug wants to prowl.

Luscious Kate nowhere around
But Bug wants to get down
Flipping up Mrs. Joe's' gown
Plow my bug in her furry crown
She does whimper, she does cry,
Mrs. Joe, she ain't shy
"Give it to me boy, my oh my
Lord, I think I'm gonna die."

Now Mrs. Joe is not so hot
But the Bug don't care, so what?
Making time is what we got
Discriminate, the bug does not
Poking and stroking is just plain fun
Kate or Mrs. Joe, the bug says either one
They just as soft and when it's done
The bug will do just about anyone.

While Mrs. Joe is moaning loud
And bug is doing me real proud
In walks Joe, with a mad cloud
"Boy, that field done been plowed."
Joe is steaming mad but horny too
He sees me bugging, says, "You'll do."
He drops his pants, his bug is huge
He plows my field, like I'm a mule.

What's good for him is good for me
And sure enough, soon I'm free
I plow him good, make him plea
"Boy, J, just give it to me!"
Mrs. Joe does moan and groan and sigh
Watching Joe get it on with a guy
Two guys getting off and getting high
Doing each other on the sly.