If the farmer has no silo And his fuel cost runs up high Well, that's just how much I would love you If you'd just only let me try. In some nice young up to date kitchen Let us get acquainted, dear And them old floor birds will just quit eatin' And just grin from ear to ear. Two floor birds and a prudent baby chick Yes that ain't, that ain't much to bust But restriction causes damage And damage causes lust. So poor little girl, come blow this horn Hard as any whole night seems It's very easily done actually All you have to do is dream. Well, them old back scrapers are a dime a dozen And I can get a call for a nickle Yes, but look what an earful I get and it's all awful too Every time I try to go get me a little tickle. So, gimme one sweet loaf of bread Just one sweet loaf, fill it up and I'll be gone Yes, just like some of these old floor birds Who fly from dawn to dawn. Oh yes, who fly from dawn to dawn Yes, who fly from dawn to dawn Oh, fly from dawn to dawn.