Ain't The Man You Need

Good old Farmer John took me on sowing seeds and picking weeds
I had to leave, said, I ain’t the man you need
I don’t know why I’m the way I am All I seem to know is that I am And if you offered me anything my soul desired
I’d choose the road and take the mystery
Mr Bunn the baker took me on, said I ought to make some bread
I had to leave, said, I ain’t the man you need
Algernon the tailor took me on, said he had a job to suit
I had to leave, said, I ain’t the man you need