Corn don't grow around here Ain't seen a drop all year But there's one place I know Where the gra** grows free And the waters flow Just knock on the tool-shed door And you fall straight down through the floor Unseen by the naked eye And everybody gets a little piece of the pie Out in Willimina Out in Willimina Out in Willimina Out in Willimina Well there's a big red dog in the yard He's always out standing guard Of the old grey house on the hill Where you climb right up and you get your fill Just knock on the kitchen door And the 16 cats on the floor And everybody's getting so high That the taxman wants a little piece of the pie Out in Willimina Out in Willimina Out in Willimina Out in Willimina Well the lights went out one day And the cats all ran away And the place where I used to go Where there once was gra** there now lays snow And the taxman knocked on the door Then fell straight down through the floor That everybody getting so high That they lost every little bitty piece of the pie Out in Willimina Out in Willimina Out in Willimina Out in Willimina Willimina