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

'Cause apples and pears are me

So I'm tending my fruit and I don't give a hoot

'Cause 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

To keep him sane