Tending my fruit, tending my fruitAh,
you've got to have a hobbyA man must have a shed to
keep him saneSpraying my buds,
spraying my budsGot to keep away diseasesI mix the
poisons and the wife don't complainSome people say
that I am out of my treeOr just a strawberry foolSomeday
they'll see, 'til then I'll blow you a raspberry'Cos
apples and pears are meSo I'm tending my fruit and
I don't give a hoot'Cos it keeps me sane,
it keeps me saneSome people say that I am out of my
treeOr just a strawberry foolSomeday they'll see,
'til then I'll blow you a raspberry'Cos apples and
pears are meSo I'm tending my fruit,
tending my fruitAh, you've got to have a hobbyA man
must have a shed to keep him saneTo keep him sane,
to keep him sane, to keep him saneOh,
the wife can't complainTo keep him sane,
to keep him saneYeah, keeps him sane,
yeah, to keep him saneTo keep him sane,
yeah, it keeps him saneTo keep him sane