Sugar and mud all over my trousers
In a little village, not far from the lake
It was a rainy day, when they chased the little Chinese
pigs
And kids were pushing jeeps across the grass
All in a village fair, all in a village fair

You can dance with the village beauty just for 200
And then eat your way trough some bread and fresh made
sausage
Made from a swine killed on that very morning
The drunks were fighting and the caldrons boiling
All in a village fair, all in a village fair

Rabbits foots for luck, just hanging from the ceiling
In the shed where the post masters keeps her chickens,
Black coffee, bitter as hell and sad stories bitter as well
She looked real happy about the kittens I got, maybe it was
about the cash  
All in a village fair, all in a village fair