As ball time clapped out,
God throws a paddock past your palm,
God.
So, you want to take the melody
in the first chorus?
Yeah,
OK.
It's alright.
I've only just learned the melody, let alone
the bloody harmony.
Only a trained professional
would be able to discern that.
See that?
It's with my
RM heel.
Look out.
Start her off,
Mitch.
Give her a bit of choke, mate.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3
What's that roar?
Rattling and rumbling
Got no door,
but it doesn't seem to matter
Juke goes scratch,
panels bent and dented
Can't be matched, those no frills,
no brakes
Got trash, a paddock, batch of farm cars
What a sight, gurgling at sunrise
Packed so tight,
shippers hanging out the window
Oily smoke, no suspension
And what a joke, those over -hitting, flat -flattery,
gut -thrasher, paddock -masher, farm -cow
They're looking like they're living on
borrowed time
They sound just a little bit past their prime
But a job needs doing and
they'll get it done
Those bull -type, clapped -out, gut -thrasher,
paddock -masher, farm -cow
Hey, what a ride,
it hasn't got a muff or brake supply
Doesn't make a difference,
driver grins
Hasn't got an idea, bogged again
Hear the flow through
Dustbone
Got the
Trash -o -patic
Bash -o -farm, farm, farm, farm car
They're looking like they're living on
borrowed time
They sound just a little bit past their prime
But a job needs doing and
they'll get it done
Those
Bull tight clapped out
Got the
Trash -o -patic
Bash -o -farm cars
What you got there?
I've got the scars that batted round
the edges
Poor old car's been
put through the wringer
Driven through the fences,
driven into ditches
Driven till they die
Those weather -beaten, rust -eaten,
gut -thrashin'
Fatty pleasure farm cars
They're lookin' like they're livin'
on borrowed time
They sound as a little bit past their prime
But a job needs doing and
they'll get it done
Those ball -tongued, clipped -out,
gut -thrashin' paddock badger
With a beaten rust -diggin' gut -thrashin'
paddock badger
Over -eating fat -thrashin'
gut -thrashin' paddock badger
Farm cars!
you