Since she's a lamb, I'd thought she was all mine,
Then I found out that she two-timed.
I never thought it would be I made blue by ewe.

Shavin' thick fur, sprayin' lice,
Wormin' her, I was so nice.
But she dated other guys; she'll two-time you.

And now she's gone away;
Here I stay, made blue by ewe.
The other sheep play,
But my baby strayed to be by you.

Sheep among the shoats,*
Wearing their spring coats
That really need shearing.
I have got swollen eyes;
It's not the sties making me tearing.

Will I see my baby again?
Every day I look in the pen.
But all I see's an old hen. . .bake in a stew.

I'm on my back each day,
In the hay. . .a doob I blew.
Smokin' dope and cryin',
Soakin' up the wine--a Blue Nun brew.
Well, I'm gettin' higher,
Hay's never been drier,
I flick the doobie and start a fire.
That sun-sweet hay
Is burning away. . .not smoke to respire.

And then the wind blew,
Feeding the fuel. . .consumed barn too.

*young, weaned pigs