Tekst
Blue Imelda, She's the saddest bitch in all of Spectrum
She can't rely on business to keep herself satisfied
For we are only farmers, and the love of a farmer
Has one hand on the headboard and the other hand in the soil
Oh Lord, I'm yours forever, I will never take a lover
I'll keep myself as pious as my body will allow
For I am just a farmer, and the body of a farmer
Has one eye on the pussy and the other on the plough
I bow, I bend deeply
I'm sheepish and barely
Able to say it from beginning to the and
(Your shirt is torn to ribbons)
Woman, can I take you as a friend?
