Tines blades, pins greased
Slam rams, oil changed
Tainted glass and extra light
Wide tyres and straight pipes
Power tower, spot of wield
Fill the tanks on the self-propelled
Speed beams and towing eyes
Replace duct tape with cable ties
Slightly under power with an overload of green
It is you I'm heading to with this big machine
Full of the blade and pushed
In a 40 feet Swad 'til she's ready to burst
Get the spuds at one and run
To the next man like a bullet from the gun
Row by row, she starts to glow, to hell with the lot
As we knock her into the top, and drive her into a heavy crop
♪
Knock, tedder aircon weather
Sail to bale, hell for leather
Bounce in the seat, need to row and rank
Out the gap on the side brake
Cover rust with dust, keep her lit
Another load heading for the pit
Giving all you got pass the passing spot
Scan the hand for ticktock
I know well picking this self-propelled over you ain't right
But just to let you know I've one more now
And I'm gonna see you tonight
Full of the blade and pushed
In a 40 feet Swad 'til she's ready to burst
Get the spuds at one and run
To the next man like a bullet from the gun
Row by row, she starts to glow, to hell with the lot
As we knock her into the top, and drive her into a heavy crop
♪
She says, "Before I get going, just to what to say hi?"
What is your position, and what is your toy?
I'm on a 8011 Zetor with a 16-foot kane
And I'm rolling through the valley in the thunderstorm and rain
I'm heading to the meadow just for one last load
And if just so happens that it's on your road
With an extra thread of power for this last load of grain
It still you I'm heading to with this big machine
Full of the blade and pushed
In a 40 feet Swad 'til she's ready to burst
Get the spuds at one and run
To the next man like a bullet from the gun
Row by row, she starts to glow, to hell with the lot
As we knock her into the top, and drive her into a heavy crop