After The Beanstalk - Mark Knopfler

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