Me and the Farmer

Me and the farmer get on fine

Through stormy weather and bottles of wine

If I pull my weight he'll treat me well

But if I'm late he'll give me hell

And thought it's all hard work no play

Farmer is a happy crook

Jesus hates him everyday

'cause jesus gave and farmer took

{won't he let you go?} probably no

{won't he let you go? } probably no

{why does he treat you so?} I just don't know

{why does he treat you so?} I just don't know

Me and the farmer like brother, like sister

Getting on like hand and blister

Me and the farmer

He's chpped down shppe, planted trees

And helped the countryside to breathe

Ripped up fields, bullied flocks

And workded his workers right around the clock

It may seem strange but he'd admit

Intentions aren't exactlly true

And through God loves his wife a bit

He hates the farmer through and through

{won't he let you go? } probably no

{won't he let you go? } probably no

{why does he treat you so? } I just don't know

{why does he treat you so? } I just don't know

Me and the farmer like brother, like sister

Getting on like hand and blister

Me and the farmer

All things bright and beautiful

All creatures gr3eat and small

All we've got is london zoo

'cause farmer owns them all