Weird Al Yankovic - [song_available]
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Amish Paradise Lyrics:

Original songwriter: Coolio, Doug Rasheed, Stevie Wonder, Lawrence Lemott Hyde Saunders, Weird Al Yankovic 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 four thirty 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 thinks 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 sixteen ninety-nine

We been spending most our lives living in an Amish paradise

I've churned butter once or twice living in an Amish paradise

It's hard work and sacrifice living in an Amish paradise

We sell quilts at discount price living in an Amish paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week

I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek

I really don't care in fact I wish him well

'Cos 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 homies 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 three hundred 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 Crusoe it's as primitive as can be

We been spending most our lives living in an Amish paradise

We're just plain and simple guys living in an Amish paradise

There's no time for sin and vice living in an Amish paradise

We don't fight

We all play nice living in an Amish paradise

Hitchin' up the buggy churnin' lots of butter

Raised a barn on Monday soon I'll raise another

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 been spending most our lives living in an Amish paradise

We're all crazy Mennonites living in an Amish paradise

There's no cops or traffic lights living in an Amish paradise

But you'd probably think it bites living in an Amish paradise

Artist Information

Born: October 23, 1959, Downey, California Weird Al's band includes: Weird Al Yankovic - Vocals, Accordion Jim West - Guitar, Mandolin Steve Jay - Bass, Banjo Jon "Bermuda" Schwartz - Drums Ruben Valtierra - (Touring) Piano, Keyboard

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