Lyrics

(Intro – cheerful accordion, sturdy bass drum)
Yee-haw! Here we go again! One, two, three, four!

(Verse 1)
My pants are way too tight, from all that tasty food
My knees creak like an old wooden balcony,
But when that drum kick hits, and the accordion starts to play,
I shake it all loose, till my socks fly out of my clogs!

(Pre-Chorus – handclaps join in)
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, come on, don’t be such a bore!
The whole barn is shaking along, the hay is falling from the loft

(Chorus – full band, rowdy singing)
See those farm girls swinging their skirts, hey!
Swinging in the wind, as if it’ll never rain,
No worries about the laundry, or if the cow has escaped,
Tonight we dance, till the rooster crows,

(Verse 2)
My husband’s on the couch, saying I’m not normal,
But he’s never felt how free you are with a Belgian beer in your hand!
The guitar screams through the speakers, the bass rumbles through your gut,
And before you know it, he’s shaking too like a headless chicken, cock-a-doodle-doo!

(Pre-Chorus)
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, come on, don’t be such a bore!
The whole barn is shaking along, the hay is falling from the loft,

(Chorus)
See those farm girls swinging their skirts, hey!
Swinging in the wind, as if it’ll never rain,
No worries about the laundry, or if the cow has escaped,
Tonight we dance, till the rooster crows,

(Bridge – tempo slows a bit, guitar solo with clumsy notes)
Ooh… I can feel my back cracking already… but who cares!
The doctor says: “Keep moving!”, so this counts as physio, right?
(Sound of a mooing cow – MOOO! – followed by loud cheers and oompah music starting back up)

(Final Chorus – even louder, even more energy)
See those farm girls swinging their skirts, HEY!
Swinging in the wind, as if it’ll never rain,
No worries about the laundry, or if the cow has escaped!
Tonight we dance, till the rooster crows!
TILL THE ROOSTER CROWS! HOPPA!

(Outro – music stops abruptly, only a stray accordion note and laughter remain)
Phew… time for a fresh beer. Cheers! 🍻🎶