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