I have a withdrawal confession
I've thought of giving up on ewes
Maybe quit the barnyard sessions
Practiced since my youth

A lifetime's work without a pension
I'm getting slow, they dart away
It's gotten up means hypertension
And I use Rolaids
And I've hearing aides

I can't walk a mile for wool'ing
Time to ponder livestock bully'ng
Maybe now I'll never shag another ewe

Another ewe, another ewe
Another ewe, another ewe
Another ewe, another ewe
I'll never shag another ewe

I'm getting old, my joints are aching
I fall down weekly from my chair
Brushing my teeth's an undertaking
I've hair within my ears
And wax I cannot clear

I can't walk outside my hospice
Nurse MacDonald holds me hostage
And she says I'll never shag another ewe
That she says!

This close to death I squeal, and mean it
If I can't quirk my life I'll leave it
I must find a way to shag another ewe

Another ewe, another ewe
Another ewe, another ewe
Another ewe, another ewe
I'll never shag another ewe

But I won't pass away
Until I've tried new ways

I can't roll a yard at sunset
Time to buy a VR headset
As of now I'll never shag a living ewe
As of now!

This close to death, my dough, I'll spend it
The Reaper's scythe, away I'll bend it
And I'll tell he'll have to Skype my ICU

Another ewe, a different view
Another ewe, a different view
Another ewe, a different view
Another ewe, a different view
I've found a way to shag on through