Amoeba Lyrics

by Yankovic Weird Al Lyrics


Amoeba
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grai
I takelook at my wife and realize she's very plai
But that's just perfect for an Amish like m
You know I shun fancy things like electrict
At 4:30 in the morning I'm milking cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows...fool
And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long tha
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the land I'm into disciplin
Got my Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all my chores and you finish thin
Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699
CHORUS
We've been spending most our lives living in an Amish Paradis
I've churned butter once or twice living in an Amish Paradis
It's hard work and sarifice living in an Amish paradis
We sell quilts at discount price living in an Amish Paradis
A local boy kicked me in the butt last wee
I just smiled at him and I turned the other cheek
I really don't care, in fact I wish him wel
'cause I'll be laughing my head off when he's burning in Hell
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 cool ha
And my homies agree I really look good in black...fool
If you come to visit you'll be bored to tear
We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain't really quaint so please don't point and stare
We're just technologically impared
There's no phones no lights no motor cars not a single luxur
Like Robinson carusoe we're as primitive as can be
CHORUS
We've been spending most our lives living in an Amish Paradise
We're just plain and simple guys lving in an Amish Paradis
There's no time for sin and vice living in an Amish Paradise
We don't fight we all play nice living in an Amish Paradise
Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' lots of butter, raise a barn on Monday
Soon I'll raise another
Think you're really righeous, think you're pure in hear
Well I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art
I'm the pious guy the little Amlets wanna be lik
On my knees day and night scorin' points for the afterlife
So don't be vain and don't be whiny or else my brother I might have to ger medieval o
your hein
CHORUS
We've been spending most our lives living in an Amish Paradis
We're all crazy Mennonites living in an Amish Paradis
There's no cops or traffic lights living in an Amish Paradis
But you'd probably think it bites living in an Amish Paradise.
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