Hit the Diff

Mowing, lifting, sowing, bailing

Drawing, hauling, buckraking

Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing

Tipping, wrapping, keel door slapping

Sopping diesel, cotton trucking

Spanning, piping, double clutching

Spinning, starting, digging, raking

Raring, searing, losing, winning

Oh, hit the diff and pray

That she goes all the way

We're flat to the mat with the party hats

And I'm heading for the Tay

They thought that we were quitting

Well, when the sun went down

With the flame from the pipe we drove all night

Till the fuel, it ran out

Oh, give me a yoke with plenty of poke

And a can of easy start

And fifteen hundred acres

Hauling forty ton of grass

I said goodbye before July

To the woman in an awful rush

And it was nearly Christmas

Before I got back in touch

I found a seat, but I had no breaks

Couldn't keep it cool

With loads of power, was behind an hour

So 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, bailing

Drawing, hauling, buckraking

Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing

Tipping, wrapping, keel door slapping

Sucking diesel, cotton trucking

Spanning, piping, double clutching

Spinning, sliding, digging, raking

Raring, searing, losing, winning

Oh, hit the diff and pray

That she goes all the way

We're flat to the mat with the party hats

And I'm heading for the Tay

They thought that we were quitting

Well, when the sun went down

With the flame from the pipe we drove all night

Till the fuel, it ran out

Overload on a downhill road

Slapping through the gears

Sending Snapchats of where I'm at

To everyone on a beer

Hit the tilt and load and it 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 dozing in the muck

In case it rains, need an old chain

Lying in the truck

Gliding, liming, mixing, piping

After the field is cut

There's many a gap you won't get at

Without six thousand foot

Mowing, lifting, sowing, bailing

Drawing, hauling, buckraking

Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing

Tipping, wrapping, keel door slapping

Sucking diesel, cotton trucking

Spanning, piping, double clutching

Spinning, sliding, digging, raking

Raring, searing, losing, winning

Oh, hit the diff and pray

That she goes all the way

We're flat to the mat with the party hats

And I'm heading for the Tay

They thought that we were quitting

Well, when the sun went down

With the flame from the pipe we drove all night

Till the fuel, it ran out

Oh, hit the diff and pray

That she goes all the way

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

And I'm heading for the Tay

They thought that we were quitting

'Cause the summer doesn't last

But we're heading to New Zealand

Where the craic, it only starts