Songtext von Tyrolean Knockabout

I’ve been strolling down my favourite lane And I’ve been bowling my left-arm occasionals again Life gets sweeter the more that I understand The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land Monday morning the field paths are calling my name No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again You could join me My flask is full to the brim And let’s face it it beats skulking round the seven-inch import section with him I’m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song A drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble along Let’s hear it for the brakeman, without him I’d have to find more words Yodelay-ee-hoo I’ve been goading d-list paul ross for a laugh By unloading outside what he’d call his “gaff” Old fridge-freezers Doors all removed like we’re told His face at the window on waking a sight to behold I’m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song A drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble along Let’s hear it for the brakeman, without him I’d have to find more words Yodelay-ee-hoo