My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I
Raised those beds at all
The morning rain clouds feed my root veg
But I can't eat them all
And even if I could then the skies are grey
Jersey uniform on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad...
Dear Jersey farmers union, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my fax, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, what's been up, guys? How's your data plotter?
My allotment chums are up in arms, they want the weather to be hotter
If I we cross a new strain, guess what we're gonna call it? We're gonna call it 'mad shiz'!
I read about that poison water biz, I'm sorry,
I had a friend lose his crop cos of some dodgy water
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I could be your biggest strength
I even did my homework, worked out what's the sweet wavelength
I got a room full of you adverts and your produce guys
Your best work was the royals and the price you set to buys
Anyway, I hope you get this, truly yours, your greatest hoe, this is Joe...