From the album "The Key to a Happy Life - Disc 2"
The farmer had a field full of crops,
And I had no money but he had lots.
Singing ripe potatoes - ripe potatoes.
At ninepence for every sack you pick,
You could make five quid a day if you were quick.
Now you can pick them as you will,
And you if you like can eat your fill.
But the wind blew so hard and so strong,
And I was bending like a miner all day long.
When finally the farmer came to pay,
As he handed me twenty-five bob all I could say,
Was you can stick your potatoes right back up your ******