COS I’M A FARMER

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.