They can’t get to me, I do what I like, I spread mud on the road And sometimes it is .............dung, I do what like, I don’t really care. Why, cos I’m a farmer.
I burn the stubble and smeek people oot, I pollute the burns and kill all the troot, I don’t give a dam and do you ken why, Cos I’m a farmer
I have no number plates nor rear braking lights, No bolisha beacon to keep the folks right, My tyres are bald but I care not a jot, Cos I’m a farmer.
The road tax on tractors is about 50p, Agricultural diesel, we get it all free, We get loads of money from the EEC, I don’t give a hoot, Cos I’m a farmer.
We get subsidized for oor sheep and oor coos, I can even claim back my wife’s new red shoes, We’re really poor as all you can see, Why, cos I’m a farmer.