Anyone's Daughter
Well, 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 can
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
Yes I did
It was nice
Imagine, that 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
Now I've made the judge's daughter, yes I did
Woman, I should like some peace
And daddy hold your tongue
I think you're gonna die of fright
When you see what I've done
I can hear your tales and lies
You think I'm dumb and scraggy
But man this dumb and scraggy man
Is your daughter's baby's daddy
I'm a lucky daughter
Yeah, I'm a lucky daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn't oughta get
I will get no jail and torture
Now I've laid the farmers daughter, yes I did
What do you think of that now?
What do you think of that now?
What do you think of that now?
What do you think of
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 can
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
Yes I did
It was nice
Imagine, that 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
Now I've made the judge's daughter, yes I did
Woman, I should like some peace
And daddy hold your tongue
I think you're gonna die of fright
When you see what I've done
I can hear your tales and lies
You think I'm dumb and scraggy
But man this dumb and scraggy man
Is your daughter's baby's daddy
I'm a lucky daughter
Yeah, I'm a lucky daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn't oughta get
I will get no jail and torture
Now I've laid the farmers daughter, yes I did
What do you think of that now?
What do you think of that now?
What do you think of that now?
What do you think of
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Lord, Ian Paice, Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover
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