There is a place that I can go to
And sing away until my face turns blue.
Down behind the goat-pen, I`m all alone -
Singing to the milk cows back home.
CHORUS: do, do...
I`ve sung my songs in many places;
Echoed a tune to many furry faces.
And when you see Beau and me walking along -
We`re singing the milk cows a song. (CHORUS)
Well I don`t mind singing to you
Just want you to know that I`ve sung to the `others` too.
So if you decide to leave me alone,
There`s always the milk cows back home. (CHORUS)