A shotgun made it wieldnSheep grazing in a fieldnThey pointed the gun at his headnAnd made him take a sheep to bednThis was quite absurdnHe'd never had a birdnHis screaming broke the peacenAs he shot his load all over it's fleecennCHORUS:nNow he has trouble getting to sleepnThe bloke up the garage fucked a sheepnWhen he thinks of it, it makes him weepnThe bloke up the garage fucked a sheepnnWell, what could he do?nHis helmet smelt of ewenNow when he goes out on the pullnHe's attracted to girls who are wearing woolnAll his clothes got splatterednHe muttered muff juice and sheep's fanny batternWe caught him sitting in his poonPicking sheep shit out his pubes