Rainmakers Wild Oats
Baby attends church in her pretty white dress
Squeezes the hymnal tight to her breast
Sings like an angel, sweats like a thief
Bit me last night like Adam and Eve
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats
All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats
And dancing 'neath the milky moon
Baby takes communion with the rest of the clan
They bought a Pat Boone tour to the Holy Land
At the Shrine of the Virgin, she was dressed to kill
With her Mad Dog 20 and her birth control pills
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats
All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats
Dance beneath the milky moon
On your hands, hands, hands and knees
On your hands, hands, hands and knees
On your hands, hands, hands and knees
Talking pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, please
Baby cries sometimes for no reason at all
Makes the minister nervous in the confession stall
Ma's little angel, pa's little dear
A child of God with her makeup smeared
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats
All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats
Dance beneath the milky moon
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats
Bow to your partner and do si do
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats
Dance beneath the milky moon
Hey, hey, we're sowing wild oats
