Sunny Weston-Super-Mare The Wurzels

I packed me bags and left the farm
I packed it up for sure
I swore I’d never drive
A tractor anymore.
Old Mother said ”Thee’se must be mad”
As I walked out the door
And Father shouted – “Lazy lout!!
Don’t come back no more”.

CHORUS
I’m off now!
Off to sunny Weston-Super-Mare, Super-Mare, Super-Mare
I’m off to sunny Weston-Super-Mare,
They say you’ll always find a welcome way down there.

A farmer’s life is very good
As people often say
Lots of clean fresh air
And cider every day
But when the harvest time comes around
The sun it dries your lips
I’d sooner lay upon the beach
And eat me fish and chips.

CHORUS
I’m off now!
Off to sunny Weston-Super-Mare, Super-Mare, Super-Mare
I’m off to sunny Weston-Super-Mare,
They say you’ll always find a welcome way down there.