Eliah was breezy on the veranda
Watching the green grow
‘City green is a dirty fingernail’
Bossman said behind as he gandered,
'To be built there are roads
Mmm mother nature walks a human trail'
Stick that wood inside, pull out the dirt
Bit like all the babies neath those skirts
Seedy Eliah - stop your planting!
You no farmhouse animal
Bossman he’s a different tale
SKIP TO END yes i hear you chanting
Alright all you canny balls
Bossman gets dick probs: his sex will fail.