| Baby attends church in her pretty white dress |
| Squeezes the hymnal tight to her breast |
| Sings like an angel, sweats like a thief |
| Bit me last night like Adam and Eve |
| Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats |
| All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow |
| Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats |
| And dancing 'neath the milky moon |
| Baby takes communion with the rest of the clan |
| They bought a Pat Boone tour to the Holy Land |
| At the Shrine of the Virgin, she was dressed to kill |
| With her Mad Dog 20 and her birth control pills |
| Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats |
| All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow |
| Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats |
| Dance beneath the milky moon |
| On your hands, hands, hands and knees |
| On your hands, hands, hands and knees |
| On your hands, hands, hands and knees |
| Talking pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, please |
| Baby cries sometimes for no reason at all |
| Makes the minister nervous in the confession stall |
| Ma’s little angel, pa’s little dear |
| A child of God with her makeup smeared |
| Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats |
| All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow |
| Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats |
| Dance beneath the milky moon |
| Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats |
| Bow to your partner and do si do |
| Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats |
| Dance beneath the milky moon |
| Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats |