Well a hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
 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

hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
 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