At The County Fair

I’ve got a bushel and a peck I got the ribbon ‘round her neck Yes, My lamb has won first prize There’s a twinkle in my eyes. I’ve got a ticket for a ride Goin’ to take the torture slide It’s a wonder not to be compared It’s the Dutchess County Fair. Kick off my shoes Call the general we need some booze If she’s only got groceries Then we’ll call up Farmer Greig The chicken’s squawk Ol’ Rover says he has to bark The rhythm of life has got me hooked I start jumpin’ on one leg. I’ve got a bushel and a peck I got the ribbon ‘round her neck Yes, My lamb has won first prize There’s a tinkle in my eyes. Then Rafael’s Talent Show We have an audience and they won’t go Then it’s off to ol’ Syracuse Where we sing and play the blues. I hear some talk Such a pretty day for a walk So we merry down a country road With the croaking of a toad Then we return to where we came Cook up a barbecue and play some games It’s a wonder not to be compared It’s the Dutchess County Fair. Such an exhibition I’ve never seen Got my cotton candy and Nanny’s backed beans Ev’ry summer is filled with this wonderama Country music for sis and mama Guitars are pickin’ fabulously The fiddle is crankin’ out melodies The square dance begins at eight o’clock sharp Dosey doe till the morning lark! We sing as sweetly as Dolly Parton My what a festival we’ve been startin’ Then when the constable says to quit We’ll just give him a bit Of that magical wonder stick He’ll laugh and join us till the tent comes down Then we’ll shed a big tear We’ll have to wait till next year I will hold this mem’ry so dear I’ve got a bushel and a peck I got the ribbon ‘round her neck Yes, My lamb has won first prize There’s a twinkle in my eyes. I’ve got a ticket for a ride Goin’ to take the torture slide It’s a wonder not to be compared It’s the Dutchess County Fair.