Hit The Diff Lyrics

Mowing lifting Sowing baleing.
Drawing hauling and buckrakeing.
Backing stacking ploughing crashing.

Tipping wrapping tail doors flapping .
Sucking diesel cutting trucking.
Spreading piping double cluching.
Spinning slideing digging rigging.
Raring tearing losing winning.

O hit the diff and pray.
That she go's all the way.
When am flat to the mat.
with the party hats
Am heading for the tea
They thought that we where quitting.
Well when the sun went down.
With a flame from the pipe
we drove all nite
to the fuel it ran out.

O give me a yoke
with plenty of poke
And a can of easy start.
And 1500 acres
hauling 40 tone of grass.
I said good bye before july
to the woman in an offal rush
And it was near christmas
before i got back in touch

I found a sate
But i had no brakes
Couldn't keep it cool
With loads of power
I was behide an hour
So i give the pump a scew
Out all nite.
With no lights
Only seeing stars
And the gloom from the moon
And the diesel light in the dash

Mowing lifting Sowing baleing.
Drawing hauling and buckrakeing.
Backing stacking ploughing crashing.
Tipping wrapping tail doors flapping .
Sucking diesel cutting trucking.
Spreading piping double cluching.
Spinning slideing digging rigging.
Raring tearing losing winning.

O hit the diff and pray.
That she go's all the way.
When am flat to the mat.
with the party hats
Am heading for the tea
They thought that we where quitting.
Well when the sun went down.
With a flame from the pipe
we drove all nite
to the fuel it ran out.

Over load on
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 i started to roll
All wheels in the air
it was my chance
to grease the nipples
i never knew was there

Need some sleep
and new teeth
for digging and
dozein in muck
In case it rains
need an owl chain
lying in the truck
Climeing limeing
mixing piping
After the field is cut
Theres manys a gap
you won't get at
with out 6, 000 foot

Mowing lifting Sowing baleing.
Drawing hauling and buckrakeing.
Backing stacking ploughing crashing.
Tipping wrapping tail doors flapping .
Sucking diesel cutting trucking.
Spreading piping double cluching.
Spinning slideing digging rigging.
Raring tearing losing winning.

O hit the diff and pray.
That she go's all the way.
When am flat to the mat.
with the party hats
Am heading for the tea
They thought that we where quitting.
Well when the sun went down.
With a flame from the pipe
we drove all nite
to the fuel it ran out.

O hit the diff and pray
That she go's all the way
When am flat to the mat
with the party hats
am heading for the tae
They thought that we where quitting
Cuz the summer doesn't last
but we, re heading to New Zealand
where the craic it only starts.