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

'Cos apples and pears are me



So I'm tending my fruit

And I don't give a hoot

'Cos 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