The Farmer s Daughter

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)
I stood under your bedroom window
Throwing up a brick
No-one came I threw one more
That really did the trick
Your daddy came and banged my head
He said what kind of man
Is this that's hanging round my girl
And threw me in the car
You're a farmer's daughter
You're a farmer's daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn't oughta get
I won't get no more eggs and water
Now I've laid the farmer's daughter
Imagine I was a full grown man
And I could talk just right
Could I come and see you here
And do this every night
Wham! the door comes crashing down
Your daddy's face all pale
Says come with me you hairy bum
I'll put you in my jail
You're a judge's daughter
You're a judge's daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn't oughta get
Now I'm getting jail and torture
Cos' I made the judge's daughter
It seems they're screaming law and order
When I go with anyone's daughter
Woman I should like some peace
And