[Verse]
Hey! Hey!
Down on the farm we used to work all day
But since the radio, we shirk all day
All the hicks, down in the sticks, are gay
Church organ music used to fill the air;
Now hosty-tosty rhythms thrill the air
We reap and sow while saxes blow-away
Out in the field we let the radio stand
Plowing is grand in time to the band
Now that the radio is ruling the land
We hear the groans of saxophones
It isn't toil to till the soil
All of the country girls in drab away
Do all the dances of the cabaret
And so the rube is not a boob today