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
’cos 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 chopped down trees, planted trees
And helped the countryside to breathe
Ripped up fields, bullied flocks
And worked his workers right around the clock

It may seem strange but he’d admit
Intentions aren’t exactlly true
And though God loves his wife a bit
He hates the farmer through and through, 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 great and small
All we’ve got is London Zoo
’cos farmer owns them all.

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.
Me and the farmer.
Me and the farmer.