Colin Buchanan - Farm Cars lyrics

What's that roar Rattling and rumbling? Got no door but it doesn't seem to matter Duco's scratched Panels bent and dented Can't be matched Those no frills, no brakes Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars What a sight, Gurgling at sunrise Packed so tight, chippers hanging out the windows. Oily smoke, No suspension What a joke! Those overheating, flat battery Gut thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars They're looking like they're living on borrowed time, They sound just a little bit past their prime. But a job needs doing and they'll get it done, Those bald-tyred, clapped out Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars What a ride! Hasn't got a muffler Brakes applied Doesn't make a difference Driver grins Hasn't got an idea ... Bogged again! In a flow-through, dust blown Gut thrasher paddock-basher farm car Got the scars Battered round the edges Poor old cars Been put through the wringer Driven through fences Driven into ditches Driven 'til they die. Those weather-beaten, rust-eaten Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars