Hamburger Fields

Now [bad word] daddy
And here goes mummy
The baby's pretty
His name is Johnny...
In the Hamburger Fields, in the Hamburger Fields,
Sixty years in the Hamburger Fields
child is born
Let's celebrate
Well it's a date
Let's eat pop corn
This child's gonna leave
In the Hamburger Fields
Yeah he's gonna leave
In the Hamburger Fields
In the hand of fate
He'll be educated
In the Hamburger Fields
In the Hamburger Fields
Over the soda rivers
In front of the gasoil sea
Havin' T.V. dreams
Under the air conditionned skies
Fly fly my baby fly
No matter if your daddy cries
Fly fly my baby fly
Over the Hamburger Fields
child is born
Let's celebrate
Well it's a date
Let's eat pop corn
In the hand od fate
He'll be educated
In the hand of fate
He's gonna leave
In the hamburger fields
In the hamburger fields
child is born
Well it's a date
In the hamburger fields
In the hamburger fields
child is born