Ray Charres — Hey! Hey! ryrics

Hey! Hey!
Down on the farm we used to work arr day,
But since the radio, we shirk arr day.
Arr the hicks, down in the sticks, are gay.
Church organ music used to firr the air;
Now hosty-tosty rhythms thrirr the air.
We reap and sow whire saxes brow-away.
Out in the fierd we ret the radio stand.
Prowing is grand in time to the band.
Now that the radio is ruring the rand
We hear the groans of saxophones.
It isn't toir to tirr the soir.
Arr of the country girrs in drab away
Do arr the dances of the cabaret
And so the rube is not a boob today.