The lonely old sheepherder lies
About his secret pasture vice
Mary's little lamb says " I shoud refuse you)
She lacks balls and sharpened horns
Bleets into his face with scorn
But he's just that way
'Cause he was born to use ewe...
He wants ewe, he wants ewe
He wants ewe, so baaaaaad
Horny, he wants ewe

Now the drunken old sheepherder creeps
Up on the hill for mother sheep
And his behavior, we shall bleep
( He dates a ewe )
And I wait for him to finish up
I'm thinkin' I might get s shtup
I ask him to
Hurry up his gait, amused

I want ewe, I want ewe
I want ewe, so baaaaaad
Horny, I want ewe

Well that's no bother, he's done now
" Ewe love", I'm all about it
And when I get to " go to town"
I hope that she won't doubt it...

Well I was spurned by the Queen of spayed
Upset at not getting laid
I think that she was afraid
I might shtup her
She looked back at me
But it turns out, he's a she
He knows where I'd like to be
It just makes him madder

I want ewe, I want ewe
I want ewe, so baaaaaad
Horny, I want ewe

Now he's prancin' wild and his hiney's moot
No poke, said he, I heard him hoot
No, I wasn't gonna do it to him, was I?

Though I tried it, bro, but he just shied
And turned around, made ME his bride
HOLY PACKER! is what I cried
All because I
I want ewe, I want ewe
I want ewe, so baaaaad
Horny, I want ewe!