Blue Imelda, She's the saddest bitch in all of Spectrum   She can't rely on business to keep herself satisfied   For we are only farmers, and the love of a farmer   Has one hand on the headboard and the other hand in the soil      Oh Lord, I'm yours forever, I will never take a lover   I'll keep myself as pious as my body will allow   For I am just a farmer, and the body of a farmer   Has one eye on the pussy and the other on the plough      I bow, I bend deeply   I'm sheepish and barely   Able to say it from beginning to the and   (Your shirt is torn to ribbons)   Woman, can I take you as a friend?