Me and the Farmer

Me and the farmer get on fine

Through stormy weather on bottles of wine

If I pull my weight, he'll treat me well

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

And though it's hard work, no play

Farmer is a happy crook

But Jesus hates him every day

'Cause Jesus gave and farmer took, 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

Gettin' on like hand and blister

Me and the farmer

He's chopped down sheep

Planted trees

And helped the countryside to breathe

Ripped up fields

Bullied flocks

And worked his workers right around the clock

It may seem strange but he'd admit

Intentions aren't exactly true

And though God loves his wife a bit

He hates the farmer through and through

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 great and small

All we've got is London Zoo

'Cause farmer owns them all

All

(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

Gettin' on like hand and blister

Me and the farmer

Me and the farmer

Me and the farmer