| Song | Me And The Farmer |
| Artist | The Housemartins |
| Album | The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death |
| 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 |
| 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 |