Karaoké Hit The Diff Ritchie Remo

Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling drawing, hauling and buckraking

Backing, stacking ploughing, crashing

Tipping, wrapping tail doors flapping

Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking spreading, piping double cluching

Spinning, sliding digging, rigging raring, tearing, losing, winning

O hit the diff and pray that she goes all the way

When l'm flat to the mat with the party hats

And l'm heading for the tea they thought that we were quitting

Well when the sun went down with a flame from the pipe

We drove all night to the fuel it ran out

O give me a yoke with plenty of poke and a can of easy start

And a fifteen hundred acres hauling fourty tons of grass

I said good bye before July to the woman in an offal rush

And it was nearly Christmas before l got back in touch

I found a sate but l had no brakes couldn't keep it cool

With loads of power

I was behind an hour so l give the pump a screw

Out all night with no lights only seeing stars

And the gloom from the moon and the diesel light in the dash

Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling drawing, hauling and buckraking

Backing, stacking ploughing, crashing

Tipping, wrapping tail doors flapping

Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking spreading, piping double cluching

Spinning, sliding digging, rigging raring, tearing, losing, winning

O hit the diff and pray that she goes all the way

When l'm flat to the mat with the party hats

And l'm heading for the tea they thought that we were quitting

Well when the sun went down with a flame from the pipe

We drove all night to the fuel it ran out

Over load on a down hill road slapping trough the gears

Sending snap chats of what am at to every one on the beer

Hit the dual to low and l started to roll all wheels in the air lt was my chance to grease the nipples l never knew was there l need some sleep and new teeth for digging and dozen in muck

In case it rains l need an owl chain lying in the truck

Climing, liming mixing, piping after the field is cut

There's many a gap you won't get at with out six thousand foot

Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling drawing, hauling and buckraking

Backing, stacking ploughing, crashing

Tipping, wrapping tail doors flapping

Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking spreading, piping double cluching

Spinning, sliding digging, rigging raring, tearing, losing, winning

O hit the diff and pray that she goes all the way

When l'm flat to the mat with the party hats

And l'm heading for the tea they thought that we were quitting

Well when the sun went down with a flame from the pipe

We drove all night to the fuel it ran out

O hit the diff and pray that she goes all the way

When l'm flat to the mat with the party hats

And l'm heading for the tea they thought that we were quitting

'Cos the summer doesn't last but were heading to New Zealand where the craic it only starts