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 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
But I am just a farmer, and the body of the farmer
Has one eye on the p*ssy and the other on the plough
I bow, I bend deeply
I'm sheepish and barely able to say it from beginning to
the end
Your shirt is torn to ribbons
Woman, can I take you as a friend?