Tending my fruit, tending my fruit
Ah, you've got to have a hobby
A man must have a shed to keep him saneSpraying my buds, spraying my buds
Got to keep away diseases
I mix the poisons and the wife don't complainSome people say that I am out of my tree
Or just a strawberry fool
Someday 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 tree
Or just a strawberry fool
Someday they'll see, 'til then I'll blow you a raspberry
'Cos apples and pears are meSo I'm tending my fruit, tending my fruit
Ah, you've got to have a hobby
A man must have a shed to keep him sane
To keep him sane, to keep him sane, to keep him saneOh, the wife can't complain
To keep him sane, to keep him sane
Yeah, keeps him sane, yeah, to keep him sane
To keep him sane, yeah, it keeps him sane
To keep him sane