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 though 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 farmer like brother, like sister,
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and 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.

(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 farmer like brother, like sister,
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and farmer.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All we’ve got is London ZOO
‘Cause farmer owns them 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 farmer like brother, like sister,
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and farmer.

Artist: The Housemartins
Album: The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death
Release Date: 1987
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