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Way down on the farm we are right up to date
Farm mechanization's the byword of late
For every task, there's a gadget to match
But our new muck-spreader's the best of the batch

Fling it here, Fling it there
If you're standing by then you'll all get your share

Now young Walter Hodgkins, he brought back a load
Of liquid manure from the farm up the road
And he hummed to himself as he drove up the street
And his load also hummmmmmmmmmmed in the afternoon heat

Fling it here, Fling it there
If you're standing by then you'll all get your share

The muck-spreader had a mechanical fault
And a bump in the road turned in on with a jolt
An odorous spray of manure it let fly
Without fear or favor on all who passed by

Fling it here, Fling it there
If you're standing by then you'll all get your share

The cats and the dogs stank to high kingdom come
And the kiddies, browned off, ran home screaming to Mum
The trail of sheer havoc were terrible grim
One open car were filled up to the brim

Fling it here, Fling it there
If you're standing by then you'll all get your share

The vicarage windows were all open wide
When a generous helping descended inside
The vicar, at table, intoned "Let us pray"
When this manure from heaven came flying his way

Fling it here, Fling it there
If you're standing by then you'll all get your share

In garden, Miss Pringle was quite scandalized
"Good gracious!" she cried, "I've been fertilized"
While the Methodist minister's teetotal wife
Were plastered for the very first time in her life

Fling it here, Fling it there
If you're standing by then you'll all get your share

And all of this time Walter trundled along
He was quite unaware there was anything wrong
'Til a vision of woe flagged him down - what a sight!
A policeman all covered in . . . you've got it right

Fling it here, Fling it there
If you're standing by then you'll all get your share