Farmwork's not hard if you sit in the yard   when you're tired of shoveling hay   Sharecroppers know when to jump ship and go,   leaving none at the end of the day   but nothing is worse than a stiff crust of sleepiness,   when you're the one peeling the beans   Those dungarees chafe when they're belted too tight,   and the livestock's improperly weaned      One honey grain and wax form cereals and Apple Jacks   Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the golden grains   Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the elemental things      I can't help anyone 'cause I'm weak, I'm not strong   and I can't write this song   I can't help anyone 'cause I'm weak, I'm not strong   and I can't write this song      Have you ever witnessed an infant yet ancient chicken   who has yet learned how to walk?   When the feathers are wet and you're in the fourth grade,   I bet you'd take the money, not talk   But barnyards and vineyards can stumble and crumble   for all of the strength that they hold   Those tiny pianos that play loud and long go   and more antique robots are told      One honey grain and wax form cereals and Apple Jacks   Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the golden grains   Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the elemental things      I can't help anyone 'cause I'm weak, I'm not strong   and I can't write this song   I can't help anyone 'cause I'm weak, I'm not strong   and I can't write this song