Song | Me And The Farmer |
Artist | The Housemartins |
Album | The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ian Peter Cullimore & Paul Heaton | |
作词 : Cullimore, Heaton | |
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 |
zuo qu : Ian Peter Cullimore Paul Heaton | |
zuo ci : Cullimore, Heaton | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Ian Peter Cullimore Paul Heaton | |
zuò cí : Cullimore, Heaton | |
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 |