Housemartins - Me & The Farmer Lyrics
Me and the farmer get on fineThrough stormy weather and bottles of wineIf I pull my weight hell treat me wellBut if Im late hell give me hellAnd thought its all hard work no playFarmer is a happy crookJesus hates him everydaycause jesus gave and farmer took{wont he let you go? } probably no{wont he let you go? } probably no{why does he treat you so? } I just dont know{why does he treat you so? } I just dont knowMe and the farmer like brother, like sisterGetting on like hand and blisterMe and the farmerHes chpped down shppe, planted treesAnd helped the countryside to breatheRipped up fields, bullied flocksAnd workded his workers right around the clockIt may seem strange but hed admitIntentions arent exactlly trueAnd through God loves his wife a bitHe hates the farmer through and through{wont he let you go? } probably no{wont he let you go? } probably no{why does he treat you so? } I just dont know{why does he treat you so? } I just dont knowMe and the farmer like brother, like sisterGetting on like hand and blisterMe and the farmerAll things bright and beautifulAll creatures gr3eat and smallAll weve got is london zoocause farmer owns them all