Den (dewhitton) wrote,
Den
dewhitton

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With a song in my heart and blood pumping in my brain.

Or did I get that the wrong way around. Again.


I drove my tractor to your haystack last night (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
I threw me pitchfork at your dog to keep quiet (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
Now something's telling me that you'll confide in me (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
Come on now darling, you've got something I need.

'Cos I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key,
Come on now, let's get together in perfect harmony;
I've got twenty acres and you've got forty-three,
Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.
(She made I laugh, ha-ha!)

I'll stick by you, I'll give you all that you need (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
We'll have twins and triplets, I'm a man built for speed (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
And you know I'll love you darling, so give me your hand (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
But the thing I want the most is all the acres of land.

'Cos I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key,
Come on now, let's get together in perfect harmony;
I've got twenty acres and you've got forty-three,
Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.
(Phwoar, she's a lovely bit of stuff and all.)

For seven long years I've been alone in this place (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
Pigs sleep in the kitchen, it's a proper disgrace (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
Now if I cleaned it up, would you change your mind? (ooh-aah ooh-aah)
I'll give up drinking scrumpy and that lager and lime.

'Cos I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key,
Come on now, let's get together in perfect harmony;
I've got twenty acres and you've got forty-three,
Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.
(Who loves you baby?)

Weren't we a grand couple at that last Wurzel dance?
I wore brand new gaiters and me corduroy pants, ha-ha-haa!
In your new Sunday dress with your perfume smelling grand,
We had our photos took and usholding hands!

Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key,
Now that we mow past our hedges I think that you and me
Should stop this gallivanting, and will you marry me?
Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.
(Arr, you're a fine-looking woman and I can't wait to get me hands on your land, a-ha-ha!)

The Wurzles
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