Farmer Johnson got a gun
And he's out to have a little fun
Look out Sally, look out Bill
When he catches you, you he'll kill
Here comes Momma down the highway
Bang, bang, she's blown away
Farmer Johnson sits a'smokin'
A little cuddly piggy he's holding
Children on the playground
They smell stench when he's around
The old man's a feculent churl
And he lays his eye on a little girl
A victim of his evil deed
Father John can plant his seed
Now he's locked behind four walls
Nothing to do but scratch his balls