Me And The Farmer - The Housemartins

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 gi-i-ve me hell

And though it’s all hard work, no play

Farmer is a happy crook

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

Getting 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

All things bright and beautiful

All creatures great and small

All we’ve got is London Zoo

'Cause farmer owns them all, all

Me and the farmer

Me and the farmer…