Israelites Madness

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

My wife and my kids, they pack up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive
Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

And after a storm there must be a calming
If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

My wife and my kids, they pack up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive
Oo-o-oh, the Israelites