Tending my fruit, tending my fruit Ah you've got to have a hobby A man must have a shed to keep him sane
Spraying my buds, spraying my buds Got to keep away diseases I mix the poisons and the wife don't complain
Some people say That I am out of my tree Or just a strawberry fool Someday they'll see 'til then I'll blow you a raspberry 'cos apples and pears are me
So I'm tending my fruit And I don't give a hoot 'cos it keeps me sane, it keeps me sane
Some people say That I am out of my tree Or just a strawberry fool Someday they'll see 'til then I'll blow you a raspberry 'cos apples and pears are me
So I'm tending my fruit, tending my fruit Ah you've got to have a hobby A man must have a shed to keep him sane To keep him sane, to keep him sane, to keep him sane
Oh the wife can't complain To keep him sane, to keep him sane, yeah keeps him sane Yeah to keep him sane, to keep him sane, yeah it keeps him sane
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