We're having a lovely time, wish you were here
We're having a lovely time, wish you were here

There's miles of frankfurters
And people who hurt us, in Germany
We haven't played since yesterday
There's just ten more shows, and one week to go,
We'd all like to go.

We're having a lovely time, wish you were here
We're having a lovely time, wish you were here

Great piles of spaghetti
Bad vibes like confetti, in Italy
We go by train and not by plane
We'd come home by car, if it wasn't too far
To drive home by car.

Hope you're well at home
Next week I'll try to phone
Not very long to go.
I'll tell you when I'm coming home as soon as I know.

We're having a lovely time, wish you were here
We're having a lovely time, wish you were here

There's lots of French fries,
Disapproving eyes, in the U.S.A.
We've had no show since I don't know,
There's just one thing wrong,
We've been here too long,
The money's all gone.

We're having a lovely time, wish you were here
We're having a lovely time, wish you were here

There's kangaroos
And we're bad news, in Australia
Thrown off the plane for drinking beer
So long on the plane, it drove us insane
So long on the plane

Hope you're well at home
Next week I'll try to phone,
Not very long to go
I'll tell you when I'm coming home as soon as I know

We're having a lovely time, wish you were here
We're having a lovely time, wish you were here

We've done very well,
But we've been to hell...
And heaven as well

I've got a spade and a pick-axe
And a hundred miles square of land to churn about
My old horse is weary
But sincerely I believe that he can pull a plough.
Well I've moved into the jungle
Of the agriculture rumble to grow my own food.
And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds
Till I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through.

Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging.
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging.
It's alarming how charming it is to be a'farming.
How calming and balming the effect of the air.

Well I farmed for a year
And grew a crop of corn that stretched as far as the eye can see.
That's a whole lotta corn flakes,
Near enough to feed New York till 1973.
Cultivation is my station and the nation
Buys my corn from me immediately.
And holding sixty-thousand bucks
I watch as dumper trucks tip New York's corn flakes in the sea.

Now I'm a farmer, etc.

Now look here son:
The right thing to say
Isn't necessarily what you want to say.
The right thing to do
Isn't necessarily what you want to do.
The right thing to grow
Ain't necessarily what you want to grow.
Your own happiness
Doesn't necessarily teach you what you want to know.

Well, I'm suntanned and deep, so's the horse
And my hands are deeply grained.
Old horse is a grazin', it's amazin' just how lazily he took the strain.
Well my pick and spade are rusty
Because I'm paid on trust to leave my square of cornfield bare.

It's alarming how charming, it is to be a'farming
How calming and balming, the effect of the air.

When you grow what I grow.
Tomatoes, potatoes, stew.
Eggplants....
Potatoes, tomatoes...
Gourds...

The foreman over there hates the gang
The poor people on the farms get it so rough
The truck drivers drive like the devil
The policemen, they're acting so tough
We need water
Good, good water
They need water
And I'm sure there isn't one of us here who'd say no
to somebody's daughter
(No! No! No!)

The foreman over there hates the gang
The poor people on the farms get it so rough
The truck drivers drive like the devil
The policemen, they're acting so tough
They need water
Good, good water
They need water
And maybe somebody's daughter

Indian Lake is burning'
New York's skyline is hazy
The River Thames is turning dry
the whole world is a'blazin'
We need water
Good water
OOh, we need water
And maybe somebody's daughter

Gimme, gimme good water
Gimme, gimme, gimme good water
Gimme good water
Please don't refuse me mister
I've seen your daughter at the oasis
And I'm beginning to blister

My Chevrolet just made steam
Your crop is laying foul
My grass skirt's lost its green
I'm alive, but I don't know how
I need water
Good, good water
They need water
Gimme, gimme, gimme good water
Gimme, gimme, gimme good water
Gimme, gimme, gimme good water
C'mon, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme...
Good water...

Take a little dope
And walk out in the air
The stars are all connected to the brain.
Find me a woman
And lay down on the ground
Her pleasure comes falling down like rain.
Get myself a car,
I feel power as I fly.
Oh now I'm really in control.
It all looks fine to the naked eye
But it don't really happen that way at all.
Don't happen that way at all.

You sign your own name
And I sign mine
They're both the same, but we still get separate rooms.
You can cover up your guts
But when you cover up your nuts,
You're admitting that there must be something wrong.
Press any button and milk and honey flow
The world begins behind your neighbour's wall.
It all looks fine to the naked eye
But it don't really happen that way at all
Na, na, no--don't happen that way at all.

You hold the gun
And I hold the wound
And we stand looking in each other's eyes.
Both think we know what's right,
Both know we know what's wrong
We tell ourselves so many, many, many lies.
We're not pawns in any game.
We're not tools of bigger men.
There's only one who can really move us all.
It all looks fine to the naked eye
But it don't really happen that way at all