I’m sorry shepherdess
But I don’t like your sheep
They’re nothing more than socks or hats
Just bags of wool with feet
They stand around in fields
And bleat and fart all day
And if not for the dogs and sticks
They’d be forever in the way
I’m sorry shepherdess
But I don’t like the sheep
I’m sorry shepherdess
But I don’t like the lambs
I know it only goes to show
Just what a git I am
But I hate the way they bounce behind
The other sheep like fools
And to be quite frank with you
I much prefer the wolves
I’m sorry shepherdess
But I don’t like the lambs
I’m sorry shepherdess
But I don’t like the ewes
Whatever you may say to them
They will agree with you
You can herd them to their pens
Or the office or the priest
And if you open the doors of the slaughterhouse
They jump in with four feet
I’m sorry shepherdess
But I don’t like the ewes
I’m sorry shepherdess
But I hate the shepherds too
I’m sorry shepherdess
I hate the shepherds too
They shelter from the rain
As they watch over the sheep
But I know they’re really watching you
In case one day you bleat
I’m sorry shepherdess
But I hate the shepherds too
I’m sorry shepherdess
But I don’t like your sheep
They’re nothing more than socks or hats
Just bags of wool with feet
They stand around in fields
And bleat and fart all day
And if not for the dogs and sticks
They’d be forever in the way
I’m sorry shepherdess
But I don’t like the sheep