LYRICS
BEEF SCARECROW
Once, long ago
In England’s pleasant past
Upon a field of hammers
Stood a scarecrow made of meat
His legs were made of livers
And his head was made of lips
A single cow’s eye glistening in the middle of his face
He stood in a field of hammers
He stood in a field of hammers
A field of hammers that all went rusty in the rain
All winter long
He scared the crows away
It wasn’t just the crows though
It was dogs and kids as well
And even Hell would shudder
When he opened up his mouth
And a terrible sound like the dying throes of pensioners came out
He stood in a field of hammers
He stood in a field of hammers
A field of hammers that all went rusty in the rain
When summer came
His flesh began to rot
The stench was so repugnant
That the military were called
They cordoned off the field
And blew it all to bits
The only remnant of him
Was a charred and blackened heart
And out of respect
We planted it in the earth
And from that tiny heart
Grew a mighty tree of tripe
And once every year
We gather at the tree
We all link hands around it
And we do a Spanish dance
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LYRICS
BEEF SCARECROW
Once, long ago
In England’s pleasant past
Upon a field of hammers
Stood a scarecrow made of meat
His legs were made of livers
And his head was made of lips
A single cow’s eye glistening
In the middle of his face
He stood in a field of hammers
He stood in a field of hammers
A field of hammers
That all went rusty in the rain
All winter long
He scared the crows away
It wasn’t just the crows though
It was dogs and kids as well
And even Hell would shudder
When he opened up his mouth
And a terrible sound
Like the dying throes of pensioners came out
He stood in a field of hammers
He stood in a field of hammers
A field of hammers
That all went rusty in the rain
When summer came
His flesh began to rot
The stench was so repugnant
That the military were called
They cordoned off the field
And blew it all to bits
The only remnant of him
Was a charred and blackened heart
And out of respect
We planted it in the earth
And from that tiny heart
Grew a mighty tree of tripe
And once every year
We gather at the tree
We all link hands around it
And we do a Spanish dance
