• 標題:Amish Paradise
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    As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
    I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
    But that's just perfect for an Amish like me
    You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
    At 4:30 in the morning I'm milkin' cows
    Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... fool
    And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that
    Even Ezekiel things that my mind is gone
    I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline
    Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
    But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
    Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699
    We've been spending most our lives
    Living in an Amish paradise
    I've churned butter once or twice
    It's hard work and sacrifice
    We sell quilts at discount price
    A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
    I just smiled at him and I turned the other cheek
    I really don't care, in fact I wish him well
    'Cause I'll be laughing my head off when he's burning in hell
    But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
    An Amish with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of
    I never wear buttons, but I got a cool hat
    And my homeys agree I really look good in black... fool
    If you come to visit, you'll be bored to tears
    We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years
    But we ain't really quaint so please don't point and stare
    We're just technologically impaired
    There's no phone, no lights, no motorcar
    Not a single luxury
    Like Robinson Caruso
    It's as primitive as can be
    We're just plain and simple guys
    There's no time for sin and vice
    We don't fight, we all play nice
    Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' lots of butter
    Raise a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise anutter
    Think you're really righteous? Think you're pure in heart?
    Well, I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art
    I'm the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
    On my knees day and night scorin' points for the afterlife
    So don't be vain and don't be whiny
    Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie
    We're all crazy Mennonites
    There's no cops or traffic lights
    But you'd probably think it bites
    Ah oh oh oh, oh oh oh.
    Ah oh oh oh, oh oh YECCH!