Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing
down the road with me trailor full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.
Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.
Isn't that right Johnny, that's right, that's the truth.
If you want to cut the
silage you need the best of gear
The greatest yoke of all a self propelled John Dear
She gobbles up the grass ten acres
in an hour
She is a woefull harvester with plenty of horse power.
Oh I love the smell
of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor
full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.
Oh the young lads
on the tractors they'll be tearing all about
Driving 4 wheel drives to draw the trailor's out
Racing through the fields
heading for the yard
Up and down along the road going woefull hard.
Oh I love the smell
of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor
full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.
Oh raring, raring,
raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me driving up me ass.
If you
want to cut the silage you need the best of gear
The greatest yoke of all a self propelled John Dear
She gobbles up
the grass ten acres in an hour
She is a woefull harvester with plenty of horse power.
Oh
I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the
road with me trailer full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.
Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me driving up me ass.
