24 trumpets out on the lawn
12 french horns, their finger thingees gone
White Russian carriage down toward the lake
Wonder what today he’ll decide he’s gonna make

Tanya throws the frisbee, Max brings it back
Every dog in Wisconsin wishes he was Max
Leslie breaks the ground up, wild visions in her eye
Maybe by mid-August, zuchini will be high

The old man took the farm, quarter-century ago
Dreams of growin’ crops, but not the kind you know
Horses and blue ladies, dangling from nowhere
Blonde blessed daughters, wind rushin’ through their hair

He grows sculptures, and beautiful girls
He grows sculptures, and beautiful girls
Once or twice a day, tourists come around
Daughters shake their heads, and wish they’d stay in town
Old man’s happy to show the folks his stuff
If they like it that’s fine, if they don’t, that’s tough

Beer bottle tower, 22 feet high
Gold Egyptian lady, of nails & steel & wire
Dog sits on a horse, holds an umbrella to the sky
Fish bites a rabbit, they all stop and say hi

Leslie’s goin’ back to Chicago with her beloved John
Tanya comes out weekends but Tanya’s mostly gone
Youngest daughter Gigi’s livin’ someplace way out west
Old man’s got some welder, comes around I guess

He grows sculptures, and beautiful girls
He grows sculptures, and beautiful girls

Blue metal spaceship from an old charcoal grill
Curly orange something-or-other than blows where it will
500 years from now what stories will they tell
Of monuments to daughters on a green Wisconsin hill

He grows sculptures, and beautiful girls
He grows sculptures, and beautiful girls

(lyrics: Dan Bern)