After The Beanstalk

Well a hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing Well the hen's alright but the harp is everything When he's gunning for glory a boy just won't be told Gunning for glory a boy just won't be told I went up three times but it never was for the gold Oh, Mama what's the matter now Oh, Mama what's the matter now That old cow she wasn't milking anyhow After the beanstalk your life's not the same After the beanstalk your life's not the same Well the harp's worth more than any fortune and fame Oh, Mama what's the matter now Oh, Mama what's the matter now I'm still up in the morning to get behind the plough A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing Well the hen's alright but the harp is everything Oh, Mama what's the matter now Oh, Mama what's the matter now I'm still up in the morning to get behind the plough