Lyrics

Tending my fruit, tending my fruit Ah, you've got to have a hobby A man must have a shed to keep him sane Spraying my buds, spraying my buds Got to keep away diseases I mix the poisons and the wife don't complain Some 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 'Cause apples and pears are me So I'm tending my fruit and I don't give a hoot 'Cause it keeps me sane, it keeps me sane Some 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 me So 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 sane Oh, 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