Well a hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
Well the hen's alright but the harp is everything
When he's gunning for glory a boy just won't be told
Gunning for glory a boy just won't be told
I went up three times but it never was for the gold
Oh, Mama what's the matter now
Oh, Mama what's the matter now
That old cow she wasn't milking anyhow
After the beanstalk your life's not the same
After the beanstalk your life's not the same
Well the harp's worth more than any fortune and fame
Oh, Mama what's the matter now
Oh, Mama what's the matter now
I'm still up in the morning to get behind the plough
A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
Well the hen's alright but the harp is everything
Oh, Mama what's the matter now
Oh, Mama what's the matter now
I'm still up in the morning to get behind the plough