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Piggy Smells |
| With apologies to Woody Guthrie The crops are all in and the
pig-manure's spreading,
You can smell the aroma all over the land, They try to tell us its good for the country, They say that this effluence should not be banned. Get out the old Pine Fresh, get out some fresh Joss-sticks, Get out your nice smellies the piggies are here, It will have a name when it catches your nostrils It will have a name but I can't use it here. D.E.F.R.A. say that you can't leave pig manure lying, After 24 hours it must be turned in But most of the farmers don't seem to own watches Most of them seem to think DEFRA is dim So plug up your nostrils and cancel the party You friends won't want to visit while piggy is here You can't have a barby they're spraying the fields now Its good for the soil but it won't go with beer I suppose after years of this smell I'd be hardened My nostrils should know when its time to close down But why must they spray on this ONE sunny day When the weather's like this why should I go to town? So get out the car and let's all leave the country Let the farmers play piggy and spray all their crop We'll go into town where there aren't any farmers And the smells aren't too good but they don't make you drop |
With apologies to Joseph
Close every door todayHide all the clothes away Shut all the windows To keep out the smell The first of the month they say The pig manure's here to to day The farmers are spreading it over the fields If we were immune to it And we couldn't smell the s**t Maybe we'd put up with it Over the land Close every door today This smell won't go away It always lingers and hangs in the air For you know its not right That they spread this pig S**te But they say in the country You should get used to the smell Close every door today Windows as well they say Stop all the chimney's And plug up the gaps For we know that it might Stop the smell of the S**te But don't dare hang out washing It won't come back too clean Close the front porch today Hide the deck chairs away Don't sit in your garden Don't breathe in the air With waste from a piggy's rear They're tainting the atmosphere And making the country smell Just like a sty. |