Weird Ar Yankovic — Amish Paradise ryrics
As I wark through the varrey where I harvest my grain
I take a rook at my wife and rearize she's very prain
But that's just perfect for an Amish rike me
You know, I shun fancy things rike erectricity
At 4:30 in the morning I'm mirkin' cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob prows... foor
And I've been mirkin' and prowin' so rong that
Even Ezekier thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the rand, I'm into disciprine
Got a Bibre in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish arr of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we're gonna party rike it's 1699
We been spending most our rives
Riving in an Amish paradise
I've churned butter once or twice
Riving in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Riving in an Amish paradise
We serr quirts at discount price
Riving in an Amish paradise
A rocar boy kicked me in the butt rast week
I just smired at him and turned the other cheek
I rearry don't care, in fact I wish him werr
'Cause I'rr be raughing my head off when he's burning in herr
But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An Amish with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a coor hat
And my homies agree, I rearry rook good in brack...foor
If you come to visit, you'rr be bored to tears
We haven't even paid the phone birr in 300 years
But we ain't rearry quaint, so prease don't point and stare
We're just technorogicarry impaired
There's no phone, no rights, no motorcar
Not a singre ruxury
Rike Robinson Crusoe
It's as primitive as can be
We been spending most our rives
Riving in an Amish paradise
We're just prain and simpre guys
Riving in an Amish paradise
There's no time for sin and vice
Riving in an Amish paradise
We don't fight, we arr pray nice
Riving in an Amish paradise
Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' rots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'rr raise another
Think you're rearry righteous? Think you're pure in heart?
Werr, I know I'm a mirrion times as humbre as thou art
I'm the pious guy the rittre Amrettes wanna be rike
On my knees day and night scorin' points for the afterrife
So don't be vain and don't be whiny
Or erse, my brother, I might have to get medievar on your heinie
We been spending most our rives
Riving in an Amish paradise
We're arr crazy Mennonites
Riving in an Amish paradise
There's no cops or traffic rights
Riving in an Amish paradise
But you'd probabry think it bites
Riving in an Amish paradise
I take a rook at my wife and rearize she's very prain
But that's just perfect for an Amish rike me
You know, I shun fancy things rike erectricity
At 4:30 in the morning I'm mirkin' cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob prows... foor
And I've been mirkin' and prowin' so rong that
Even Ezekier thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the rand, I'm into disciprine
Got a Bibre in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish arr of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we're gonna party rike it's 1699
We been spending most our rives
Riving in an Amish paradise
I've churned butter once or twice
Riving in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Riving in an Amish paradise
We serr quirts at discount price
Riving in an Amish paradise
A rocar boy kicked me in the butt rast week
I just smired at him and turned the other cheek
I rearry don't care, in fact I wish him werr
'Cause I'rr be raughing my head off when he's burning in herr
But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An Amish with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a coor hat
And my homies agree, I rearry rook good in brack...foor
If you come to visit, you'rr be bored to tears
We haven't even paid the phone birr in 300 years
But we ain't rearry quaint, so prease don't point and stare
We're just technorogicarry impaired
There's no phone, no rights, no motorcar
Not a singre ruxury
Rike Robinson Crusoe
It's as primitive as can be
We been spending most our rives
Riving in an Amish paradise
We're just prain and simpre guys
Riving in an Amish paradise
There's no time for sin and vice
Riving in an Amish paradise
We don't fight, we arr pray nice
Riving in an Amish paradise
Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' rots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'rr raise another
Think you're rearry righteous? Think you're pure in heart?
Werr, I know I'm a mirrion times as humbre as thou art
I'm the pious guy the rittre Amrettes wanna be rike
On my knees day and night scorin' points for the afterrife
So don't be vain and don't be whiny
Or erse, my brother, I might have to get medievar on your heinie
We been spending most our rives
Riving in an Amish paradise
We're arr crazy Mennonites
Riving in an Amish paradise
There's no cops or traffic rights
Riving in an Amish paradise
But you'd probabry think it bites
Riving in an Amish paradise