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