I met a girl
who means the world
so it occurred
to me that I should
tell her the truth

About my past
with hairy lasses
who love grass
(she thought I meant a
hippie or two)

But just when she'd
forgiven me,
I spilled the beans
(that's something that I've
come to rue)

Yes, then I went and spoiled it all,
confessing somewhat sheepishly
"I love ewes"

I'd basked in greener
pastures, but at
last I'd thought my
past was one I'd
left far behind

The man who used to
‘wham-bam thank-you
lamb' became a
man in search of
some other kind

I'd taken stock
and left the flock
but felt shell-shocked
until she walked
into my view

I didn't have to tell her, but
I felt that she should know
I've always loved ewes

I've loved ewes
I've loved ewes