Beatcroft

I run a Land Cruiser and an old HiLux

Wouldn’t touch any of those other trucks

If you drive a Ford Ranger that’s your own bad luck

Those timing belts don’t  come cheap

We run on red diesel and sheep

Pay a fortune for fuel but I get no thanks

Past my overdraft limit at the Royal Bank

Customs and excise have been checking tanks

I go to bed and I can’t get to sleep

We run on red diesel and sheep

I hate the Russians and Americans too

It’s like we’re animals in Diaper Donald’s zoo

I can’t even afford a tin of Irn Bru

The cost of living never was so steep

We run on red diesel and sheep

I’d give up the croft but I’m in too deep

Watch Countryfile and try not to weep

Politicians make promises they never keep

This country is a compost heap

Tried the fishing but I stopped real quick

Even in the harbour I got seasick

I could sail to Moscow, be a Bolshevik

Vladimir might be a vicious creep

But he’ll trade red diesel for sheep

Red diesel and sheep, Red diesel and sheep

God save me from LandRovers, Nissans or Jeeps

Go to bed hungry and I try to sleep

the grim reaper just has to reap

And he loves red diesel and sheep