Lyrics:
What are lumps?
My gravy's not slurpy
not slurpy,
no more
(rpt)
Now my Bisto, I leave none spare
gravy's a love you should not share
so soft it's right, so hot it's wrong
give it a stir...

Why those lumps?
My gravy's not slurpy
not slurpy,
no more
What are lumps?
My gravy's not slurpy
not slurpy,
no more
whowowowaoaoaaooaoaaooaoaoa  aoaoaoa

now it don't flow, without a spoon?
Why this disarray?I'm such a fool
and now it's done, lumpy and cruel,
I can't go on

What are lumps?
My gravy's not slurpy
not slurpy,
no more
(rpt)
Why the lumps?
My gravy's not slurpy
not slurpy,
no more
whowowowaoaoaaooaoaaooaoaoa  aoaoaoa
What are lumps?
My gravy's not slurpy
not slurpy,
no more
Don't burn it
Don't burn it
I warmed it up but, needn't 'ave bothered,
wasted my love, and time,
If I add more granules, will it go further?
will it lump?

What are lumps?
My gravy's not slurpy
not slurpy,
no more

Why more lumps?
My gravy's not slurpy
not slurpy,
no more

What Are Lumps? ft. EhBa RosE (Haddaway Cover)

Originally found on our other page: Toluene/Azolla/BBB.

Lyrics:

Feel so good in a hat.
There's no way I'm turning back from flat.
Now my head is my pleasure, cause nothing could measure.
‘At is great, ‘at is fine .
Out’t' box, out’t' line
The affliction of't’ feeling leaves me wanting more.

Cos I may be bald, but I'm perfectly fine with it
Flat on me head, I don't care, I love't’ smell of it
Debenhams is for SOUTHERN POOFS
But M&S excites me

Oh, I love't’ feeling you bring to me, oh, you cover me up.
It's exactly what I've been yearnin' for, give it to me ayup
And meet me down't’ mine, make my body feel fine, fine, fine.
I like it like it.

Parody is Legal

M&S (Rihanna cover)

Lyrics: 

So, I'll tell yer what I want. What I really really want.
So tell me what you want, what yer really, really want.
So I'll tell you what I want. What I really, really want.
I want t'...I want t'...I want t'...
I really really really want a zig-a-zig...ayup

If you want my future
Forget ma past.
If you wanna get wi'me,
Better pull pints fast.
Now don't go wasting
My precious time.
Get yer act together,
We'll be just fine.

I'll tell yer what I want. What I really really want.
So tell me what you want, what yer really really want.
I'll tell yer what I want. What I really really want.
So tell me what you want, what yer really really want!
I want t'...I want t'...I want t'...
I really really wanna cuppa tea, ta.

If you wanna be mah lover,
Yer gotta get wit't' friends.
Love is never easy.
But friendship never ends.
If yer wanna be ma lover,
You 'av got to give.
Taking is too easy,
But that's't' way it is.

So here's the story from A to Z
If you wanna get wi' me
You gotta listen carefully
Cos we get L in the place who likes it in a pie,
You got P who likes it on a Shepherds'...aye
Them's the only mugs in this place,
If you ask me, a complete disgrace.

Slam't pickaxe down, wind it all around.

If you want to be ma miner...

Wannabe

Wannabe (Spice Girls cover)

Lyrics:

Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher, 
I'm begging of yer, please don't close down't’ mine!
Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher! 
Please don't take 'er just because yer can. 

Her beauty is beyond compare, 
With open seams o' coal laid bare, 
With overalls and a pickaxe I live the dream.
Her walls are a vision of beauty,
'Er puddles are like cups of tea! 
She cannot compete with you, Thatcher. 

We think about her in our sleep, 
There's nothing we can do to keep from crying... 
When you close down't' mine, Thatcher. 

And you may think that it's all fine,
When you decide to close my mine! 
But you don't know what she means to me, Thatcher. 

Your policies are 'ardly fair,
and I can only work down there!
Coal's the only one for me, Thatcher. 

And I know you don't give a shit,
About those working Kellingley Pit,
But whatever.
You're a total git, Cameron.

Cameron, Cameron, Cameron, Cameron!
I'm beggin' of yer, please don't close down't' mine.
Cameron, Cameron, Cameron, Cameron!
Please don't take her just because you can-Cameron.

Thatcher

Thatcher (Dolly Parton cover)

Lyrics:

Get up in the morning
Watch the sun rise
Go into the toilet
Damn you love
Damn yer lies

And if you don't listen to me now
You won’t listen to me again
I can still hear you claimin'
You forgot to flush’t chain.

Listen to the wife moan
Down come the blinds
Escaping to the local
Damn you love
Damn yer whines
Splashing on the seat
Blame’t dark
Blame’t light

Yeah, leaving the seat up
Pisses off the missus

T'Chain

T'Chain (Fleetwood Mac cover) (nothing is sacred)

Lyrics:

You know you wanna walk with us (Ayup)
That's why you know you should be home with us (Ayup)

From't Yorkshire Dales 'ills
All around't cotton mills
Your stamina gives me't chills 
and we ain't even 'ome yet
Smooth neck all around
I think your looks are sound
From whippet to grey'ound
It ain't even been that long yet

You got me feeling and you got me feeling weak
From t'other side I hear my fallen whippet speak
You got me going crazy and you know I can't sleep
Cos I made myself a promise that I could not keep
When I bought myself a whippet back in 1983
I pledged allegiance and said greyhounds weren't for me
I was as sure as I'm sure that I love a cuppa tea
The wife still is sure she's a stubborn-ass b

It's curious
Defection
The size of you so scandalous
It's all about t' difference
A greyhound is just not enough
I need some time to think, maybe
Ponder over hot pint of gravy
My head is in turmoil it's crazy
(mmm) That's lovely gravy, mind

Scandalous
So scandalous
Scandalous
So, so, so scandalous

Greyhounds, best for speed, but
Whippets cost less to feed
This new dog may not be what I need
and we ain't even 'ome yet
Could return her from where she came
But I couldn't bear't shame
Still greyhounds just aren't't same
but it ain't even been that long yet

You got me walking and me heart is feeling weak
I'm so bloomin' out of breath I can hardly speak
My whippet wouldn't do that, she wouldn't 'ave the cheek
Yer settin' up a pace that you know I can't keep, bitch!

I've got this tatty greyhound
We've strolled a long long way
Now I'm bloody knackered
Calin' out t' Missus
To get kettle on love and make a cuppa tea, oh!

Scandalous

Scandalous (Mis Teeq cover)

A recounting of an eventful night in a small local pub in Yorskhire.

Lyrics:

Where's mi cap?

If you wanna come an eat a pie wi' me,
Forget three sugars in a cold tea,
A pint is t' only way. (Aye, don't forget the gravy!)

Down the pub and share a pint wi' me,
Round of dark mild goes down easy,
Darts is the game we play (aye, 180)

Down the pub on a work night, drinking right,
Don't even mind about the beer price.
In Totters ol' shorty, fat and sweaty, out from t' mine (out from t' mine).
Played straight 180, what a dude,
I hold back a fart not tryin' ta sound crude.
Boo, i knows he's a tricky dick but the darts, now is on.
(You know that it's on!)
I creep up toward them on the darts floor,
downing pint as i go
I know i can beat him, I just need to make it so!
Turn the telly off from t' show, now it's time to throw!
My first set is 41-35-44,
Yellin' like a Manc man "that is not fair"
Tryin' to hold back a mighty swear,
An opening as bad as that is hard to bear,
Moving like i planned it and didn't care.

(Oi, beer's gone all funny!)

Faces the board, feet at slats, so matter-of-fact,
With another round of booze, he's swinging like a sack.
You should see the impact, dart on antistick,
dart flies through the sky, next ones on the chalk back.
Watch me as i get double 20 range.
Watch the crowds face change, now its a switched game,
I'm feelin' strange now,
Adding up the numbers, quite a strain now.
I've got a title to live up to, sipping on my beer now,
almost finished off the game now.
I'ts a shame but my bladders got to drain now,
I feel the beer now, (come lad) I take my aim now (no misses).
Shit follows through now, stainin' my y-fronts brown,
I'll get the missus to scrub it out for me,
Tell her about the darts match in P.U.B.
Can i still play? Damn right, I'll be with the next dart,
Playing flash, first class - leader on the pub chart.

I throw something like you can't know,
And I thought one of them fell but,
You can't believe that, these people want on with the show,
Ol' shorty arms are flailing,
And the same muddlebrain is asking how to throw!
And i'm yellin' "I can show ya!"
"But my belly just made room for another pint, y'know"
Aye so ("whatcha want?") I'm for real ale!

Right so, you know I'm a top bloke, and i aim high,
Boozers wanna know how to play right,
"Just aim for the hood, Dart into the wood,
throw it like you could, tilt it good, duck it should,"
Who's on the shiraz? piss water, low-class,
Scoffin on a top meal, pack o' crips, smoked bacon.
Money at the bar, round for the friends,
Take a sip, tell the bar man i thinks the barrel's off again.
Ol' shorty want t'.... talk, he's rocking n pissed,
And ol' short want t' ... rematch, he's takin the mick
So if ol' shorty wan't t..... throw, he can rock first.
But now i want to see t' sport, and he gets the gist.
Footy talk, telly glistens, silly walk, he's rissen,
And I duck his punches, and the pub feels the tension
Grab him by the wrist, my fist doesn't seem t' miss
People can stare all they wish, 'scuse me lads, gotta go piss.

Parody is Legal (Ayup Edition)

Pint Wi' Me

Pint Wi' Me (Nelly cover)

Lyrics:

I play everyday for't same team,
Every string on my shelf has a knot and seams,
I take chestnuts piled by the heap,
In shallot vinegar, none must seep.
And all I care about is twine and violence,
And a heavy fast strike is my kind of freelance.
Everybody says that I'm king of the hits,
But every now and then my hand seems to slip.

Some children play with conkers,
I get mine from't Trees
I've been playin' me whole life
There's nothin' lazy 'bout these.
Some people play for spoils, but I just play to be
I've been playin' my whole life
There's nothin' lazy 'bout these.

Conkers.

I say the best fall from a tall beam,
Prep my hands with some E45 cream,
Never once been tempted to cheat,
Smashing theirs to bits for an honest treat.

Their conker just hit the floor now...

And one of these days, I'll win a contest
but I'll have to fights them kids from't north west,
Ain't anybodys I can't pit,
Come and try me, yours'll get split.

Conkers

Conkers (Dizzee Rascal cover)

A Northern cover of Michael Jackson's Thriller (in fact our second attempt in the last decade, featuring the original Biz Baz Boz Thriller cover intro). A typical tale of a Yorkshireman in between his third and fourth pint.

Lyrics:

It's close to midnight, you know the bar will still serve for a while
Under the dim light, you lift your glass, you drain it and you smile
But then you freeze, you don't know how much change you have remaining
You start to wheeze, you count your coins to 1.55
You're paralysed

Time for another...another pint
And no-ones gonna buy it for yer cos yer mates are tight
You want another...another pint
You're desperate for a beer you want to... kill yer, liver, (with yer, dinner), here tonight

You're at't bar now, trying to catch't barman with yer eye
He's taking ages, you clench your fists and you try not to cry
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
It's nearly time, and you know an ale costs 1 pound 80 p
You cannot see

Now it's your turn
And the barman considers your offer now
There's no way you'll get a discounted beer tonight (you're having a laugh)
This is the end of your night

Your friends are leaving, they say goodnight and walk out into snow
You hear't bell ring, you're told you will be barred unless you go 
Now is't time for you to try to find another venue
All through the night, you'll struggle on until you get a drink 
You're on't brink

Darkness falls across't Dales
The landscape is devoid of ales
You creep and crawl in search of pub
Your stomach voids yer last night's grub
It's 5AM, they're all now shut
You'd even go to't Sugar Hut
It's -4 but you start to sweat
With that and piss your clothes are wet

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand beers
And in your dreams the demons come
They're closing in on't drunken bum
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shudder
For Northern folk cannot survive
The thirst for just...another.

Another (Michael Jackson Cover)

Take the first right out of Askwith (Askwith)
Stop off, pack my next order for Filey (not cold fillets)
And i'm stil in the cold meat business
I sell by the pound,depot more or less in Farsley. (aye aye)
and I drive around towns like Roos, (aye)
Drop off meats and tick it off my to-do list.(aye)
Coupleo' pies, pack o grease, cup o tea
Worn Wheels,grabbing bites on half a packet of crisps,(seabrooke crisps)
taking all the signs straight, pointing out of Holbeck (clever)
Ford transit now be goin' off-track (what?)
See the Rookes roost at Goredale scar base ah,
Campers chillin,  not a view to waste, that.

I'm From Ilkley,
Where'd my hat go,
stick in the slow roads
from Halifax to Ingrow 
I Love Ilkley
drizzle dont get old,
Rambling the dales, too and fro 

Icy roads ere, with no grit, I just usually, drive through this,
Can't stand no freighters and haulers, the proof is 
i am highly regarded, they seek it, I sort it.
cookin up supper? no need to shop at supermarket.
Get all your deliveries on time, bags o' coal or cheque just fine,
and where i've went there's not much traffic, but a stone-wall tree-line
it's never sunny, that's fine, go home with money, recline.
Just got back from Burton Agnes, I've got steak on my mind
I'll sell you, full fat, full fat
stop for a chat, a chat.
Been wandrin moors all over, still can't find, my hat, my hat
Classic P-O-R-K pies, in this game i've sold.
Always working, never rushing, got to take things slow.

I'm From Ilkley,
Where'd my hat go,
stick in the slow roads
from Halifax to Ingrow
I Love Ilkley
drizzle dont get old,
Rambling the dales, too and fro

Smashin hostels,
stay one night, or a mini-break.
make a home call
Feels so good walking on the moors,aye
steep bends, turning is tough
carry on singing while driving the truck
freight car, holding me up.
Pass by, explosive, overtake with the clutch!  OY!- (shout from other driver)

Grouse huntings, on the hill flat,
Whole meat order in Sutton Upon Derwent,
Next Goole, near t' docks, then Calcutt
High brook means a road is missing, take a shortcut.
Pies just the way you like em' aye
Just great food, bet your wishing you could buy some, aye?
Never rumbling tummies
Selling my meats, cold haulage just for fun like

I'm From Ilkley,
Where'd my hat go,
stick in the slow roads
from Halifax to Ingrow
I Love Ilkley
drizzle dont get old,
Rambling the dales, too and fro

full fat, full fat P.O.R.K pie
buy a pack, a pack, P.O.R.K pie
chew that, chew that, P.O.R.K pie

ILKLEY ft Cube OXO and "the Northern Chuckle Brothers" (Iggy Azalea Cover)

The Yorkshire Popular Music Council meets regularly at what we fondly call ''ull 'all', where on one occasion in late 2016 we overheard the Hull town planners in frenzied discussion. Based on everything we heard, we were inspired to re-work this song.

Lyrics:

Gentleman and ladies
May I please have your attention
With the docks all shut, too many pizza huts 
We'd like gentrification
And if we want these kind of things
We need regeneration

It's the arse of the world
And all of western civilization
As the sun goes by it beautifies the sky
But it leaves out this location
It's understood that Hull-ywood
Needs swift regeneration

Now you see here, I have an idea
To break the spell of ageing
Music, arts, interpretive dance 
Opera, and that sort of thing

Some tasteful sculpture,
'City of Culture'
Dreaming of Regeneration
Dreaming of Regeneration

The city is shit, you have to admit
an embarrassment to the nation
It's still in bits from the old Hull Blitz
We should try urbanisation
And if we really try
to gentrify
We could fund land reclamation

Space may be the final frontier
But in Hull there's no education
So instead of degrees and GCSEs
the kids are all on probation
But that all said
We're not near dead
Just an ageing population!

I am swayed by those who praise
Control of population 
No-one ever comes here 
For a single day's vacation

The North knows I've tried
To repair the divide
Dreaming of repopulation
Dreaming of repopulation
Dreaming of repopulation
Dreaming of repopulation

Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
So can we please bulldoze Marfleet?
It's a despicable abomination
Let's clear the woods
For a giant Harrods
Who cares about inflation?

Pray that no-one else can tell
That nobody's investing
Sick of all the stress
I must confess
A grant is what we're craving

Up North we ought ta
Switch to hard water...
Dreaming of regeneration
Dreaming of repopulation
Dreaming of urbanisation
Dream of Hullifornication

Hullifornication (Red Hot Chili Peppers cover)

Dont get tight fisted
Got real grit, down't mine
Pie of Pukka, it's not,the by-gum,same.
Check out, one word!

It's what you've been wanting (Aye Son)
It's what you've been Craving (Aye Son) ...

Gregs can give it to ya (aye)
Head down wit lads or on your own
Gregs will deliver for ya.
Tick tock, bundle through the door, the thrill.
with the toast rack, pop-pop run through the tills.
So hot i get dizzy with it,
but i've made a good start
I'll buy a morning pastie and a donut
Come Night i'll be back again
cozy and bright with m' double chin
Tea break with a friend n me,
busy chatter bout caps,got great bread here
hot bake finest steak meat
another supper and i want something
buttered rolls, with mayo light, say,
I'm getting sauce, brown
Just add some cheese
and I wont be missing out to give the sauce a squeeze (woo)
a breeze, the only rewards app you need, check out to pay
get free coffee

First get seabrook crisps Then a sausage roll,
tetley teas hot, and we're good to go.
Gregs can give it to ya
Gregs will get it for ya
Gregs can give it to ya
Gregs will get it for ya

Aint no gravey better to me,
and everyday i pop round,
Fat ted wit hands out passing something tasty
I sure want tea and you sure want tea,
i'm drinkin full fat cos i'm wit whippet
Sip it, it's high strength,
Up in full sugar
It's a taste to behold like no earl grey tea bull poop
Steak pasty, cheese slice n brew
Whatever, whenever
Got them trucks fulla food

Dales a full of Sheep bleating
Stomach filler for the road with a drink that's chilled
Lost track of all the sweets eaten
Been buying pies for umpteen years
Want a fried treat? Have no fears
Pies so perverse that you'll tell the grandkids
Now my flat caps on for  goin down t pit (woo)
I don't need no mac-y D
Greg's Cookin up donuts just for me

First I'll get pork pie ,and sausage roll
Can a' fizzy pop n were good to go
Greg's Gon give it to ya
Greg's Gon get it to ya
Greg's will deliver for ya
Greg's Gon give it to ya

Oh aye where'd I put my cap?
I chew on hot ham down in t mine,
Got me yumyums and a bacon bap
Took to munching ont' John 
Vegan pasties seems wrong (Yes) 
Airdale dog goes bow wow, love em'
(or double me up on egg piled lunches)
Stout n' short, my figures an adonis
And I can't even describe the dough
I'll be getting brown sauce cause i'm in the know

First I'll get pork pie ,and sausage roll
Can a' fizzy pop n were good to go
Greg's Gon give it to ya

Greggs Gon' Give It To Ya (DMX cover)

How’d I meet yer mother?
Let me explain…
Audrey had them ASDA George Jeans
Coat with fake fur
I remember when I first saw her
She did look fine
No chat up line
So I said Hello...
Them baggy jogging bottoms and those slippers with no backs
Her expression was a bit taken aback
She turned her head
Guess what she said
She said Hello...

I can’t remember her bra size
But I think they’re double B’s
One is a little off centre
But they’re still reet nice ta squeeze
She looked better then, 7 out of ten
Never happened again, pleased with mesen
Hold on, wait a minute, can I recall, I think I, oh!
I remember what I said after Hello
Memory was better some years ago.
Offered a drink, but she said no
Said she were passing and soon had to go
But I persisted I bought her a wine
She gave me a look and she said ‘OK fine’
Offered to pay but I had to decline
We both got drunk and she came back to mine, she had them

Oi,
Audrey must I pay for you to get home
You can’t have a taxi or I’ll need a loan
What’s wrong wit’ bus? Then I heard her groan
She gave me a look and I picked up’ phone

From mine (come on)
To hers (come on)
Three pound? (come on, yu’s takin’ the piss)
What you think I'm made of money?
It’s only 4 miles she can bloody well walk!

That was the first night
I thought that I just might
Mar Ry her yeah that’s right
Cos she were a right sight
For her I knew I’d fight
I hoped we would unite
We did in a fortnight
Then married that year, she says I looked alright
Audrey was hot like the sunlight
But now she is old and she’s not tight
I prefer using my fleshlight

That first night
It was - at best - alright
Audrey were laying back, told me she needs a man
But I were pissed and fat, we switched, I’m lyin’ flat,
Tattoo above her crack, I were confused wi’ that
Later I’m snorin, sexy woman woke me moanin
She were tired at two in the mornin'
I'm hangin' and she doesn’t stop her naggin',
She didn’t shout but kicked me out
Passive aggressive, caring nowt, condemned to kip upon me couch 
I was in love I had no doubt

Hello (Flo Rida cover)

In support of Steel workers. 
If This track ever see's any money (which it wont for copyright reasons) all takings will go to a charity to support the UK steel trade.
Lyrics:
We've got bars coated in substrate
and an array of alloyed steel plate
with molybdenum

Some say that we aren't miners
some say that we are poor
But we've been making steel
Since the day that we were born
got that glow now,
Corex showdown
Runny ore particles
lift lightly up from the crude

We've got bars coated in substrate
and an array of alloyed steel plate
caustic soda fouls up it's face? 
add molybdenum 

Pray no Backwardation
or defaults on the rent
over-mandrel hardness
this tube cannot be bent
we tend to full scrap recycle
Refuse is just kept waste
We uniform the flatness
cause thats how Weatherby's traders pay

We've got bars coated in substrate
and an array of alloyed steel plate
caustic soda fouls up it's face? 
add molybdenum 

Come and buy some steel if you think it is hard enough
Come and buy some steel you must know it is hard enough
molybdenum, molybdenum

We've got bars coated in substrate
and an array of alloyed steel plate
caustic soda fouls up it's face? 
add molybdenum 

Handle some cold double reduced Blackplate
I don't think we should add Boron to plate
No let up in these our casting lines
ten percent silicon for our substrate
soft and thick against our main forming rate
back-up rolls forming clusters for our prize

We've got bars coated in substrate
and an array of alloyed steel plate
caustic soda fouls up it's face? 
add molybdenum (and we won't stop)

Molybdenum (Robbie Williams cover)

What a more fitting song cover for our current times. Why would anyone even fathom leavin'?

Well ye can tell by my trenchfoot and frostbite
That I live up North, even at night
It's always cold. I never been warm. 
I been a Labour member since I were born
You know it's alright. It's OK. 
I don't expect you to see my way.
You must try to understand
The Yorkshire Post's effect on man

Though it's never getting better and regardless of the weather
I am stayin' oop North, stayin' oop North.
6 months gone December but the snow just falls forever
Yet I'm stayin' oop North, stayin' oop North
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' oop North, stayin' oop North
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' oop North, stayin' oop North

Well I know that the jobs are hard to come by
I try to see, I really try.
The kids have flocked towards the brightest lights
Where the pints cost a penny and nobody fights.
But you know it's alright. It's OK.
They're only 2 day's drive away.
You must try to understand
The Yorkshire Post's effect on man

I'm goin' nowhere. Just try to move me.
just try to move me, yeah.
I'm stayin' oop North.

I'm goin' nowhere. Just try to move me.
just try to move me, yeah.
I'm stayin' oop North.
etc.

Stayin' Up North (Bee Gees Cover)

Lyrics:

Ayup, Yorkshire Vet here
Peter, Peter, Peter
Julian

I’m in’t yard wi me ponies, tryin’ out a little A-I
Try to keep the patient steady
You should know how it feels
I see a pony, looks a little bony
While the Llama is spitting in my ear you don’t think this job is easy
Gloves up to my shoulders
Got instruments ready
His body language says he’s ready to blow (watch out!)
Oh! (watch out)
Mare's saying, impregnate me
So I’m rummaging in her pelvic floor
Owner asks if we’re done
When I told her  I said

Aye! 
Prolapse and abscess, they can be obscene
Aye!
About half my time, I help Mrs Green
ye!
Back at Skeldale, helpin’ all of them pups to wean
Aye!
On a midnight call, Lin asks where I’ve been I’m yellin’
Aye!

Got a heifer in the crush now, 
Gotta get the hobble and the head collar on to stop her moving
And now Julian’s lubing,
Hand up the rectum he can feel now
'Cause from one to nine, she's a certified 3 months
Ignorin’ er grunts, Moo!
Cos a while ago, to collect the seed
Julian came t’ farm
He’s wearin shirt and tie, with a jacket of tweed
and a dildo under his arm
And with our big sow
He’s like, Aye, just move her over here for me
He tells her, don’t you dare, and I'm like, Aye
How the hell am I supposed to heave
(Hey you, bring the board back!) And I say

Aye!
Audrey got cows, oh, said, check ‘em for TB
Aye!
Peter’s on TV, Herriott’s the O.G
 Aye!
Dog ate trousers, get that bitch to surgery
Aye!
Visiting Steve, he’s been up since 3 working
Aye!

Valaise blacknose ridiculous
Leicester longwool conspicuous
And wow, these yows all on the prowl
keep an eye ont’ tup while I milk t’ cow
All going well but Llama spit in my face
And all I’m tryin to do is put its leg in a brace
So gimme the clippers and look at the teeth and nose
Then turn that sheep, shear it and check the toes
A quick injection, remove the balls
Should have been done as a lamb, this needs stronger tools
How you like me now?
When I’ve castrated over three hundred thousand
Oh no, looks like cottage cheese
Mastitis inflames like double D's
Lambing assist, and if they look dead
swing the newborn by your feet and shove some straw in its head, I say

Aye!
Donaldson’s new place, it looks so shiny
Aye!
Need to catch this cat, but it’s run behind me
Aye!
Working in Thirsk, filming staff for continuity
Aye!
Covered in poo, it must be Peter calving
Aye!

Take that and rewind it back
Julian got the dog that make your glove go
Take that, rewind it back
Peter got the horse make your glove go
Take that, rewind it back
Herriott got the cow to make your glove go
Take that, rewind it back
Matt Smith got the snake that make your glove go

Aye (Usher Cover)

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