Well,
you're sitting in your padded swivel chair
In your air-conditioned office on the Strand
With your secretary beside you and computers there to guide you
And you've only got a biro in your hand
And you're making big decisions by the hour
And your little brain is working
overtime You know everything with know-it
But your ignorance is showing When it
comes to dirty hand or sweat and grime
And you try to tell us how to run our
farms And you tell us how we must economise
That our products are expensive And our profits are extensive
Oh,
I wish you blokes would open up your eyes
That you couldn't see a blowfly on your nose
And you wouldn't recognise it if you
did You're so full of all that knowledge
They pumped into you at college But I'm
sure there's nothing underneath your lid
Oh, I'd like to take your fancy shoes away
And put a pair of bluches on your feet
And dress you up in dungarees With some patches at the knees
Drag you out into the dust and heat Oh,
I'd like to see you spend a week with
me
On a fence line where the going's rough and
hard
Sinking post holes by the hour
Straining wire until you're sour And
your hands are cut to pieces by the bar
Oh,
would you like to take a turn at handling stock
In a hot and dusty yard you work till late
With the mob of ballin' breeders trying to draft out
stupid wieners With a jackaroo a-trying to work the gate
But I don't think you'd fit in the country life
You've been warming that old swivel chair too long
You've got corns upon your bum instead of blisters on your thumb
And so I think you'd better stay where you belong
Have you ever worked a track day and
night For weeks without a moment to relax
Trying to earn an honest quid to feed the missus and the kids
Then lose the blasted lot and income tax
Do you really know what's happening way out
there So many folk are leaving in despair Well,
I'll give it to you straight You'd better
move before too late But then I wonder if you understand or care
Yes,
you're sitting in your padded swivel chair
In your air-conditioned office on the
Strand Well,
I put this message across about sixteen
years ago I hope some * hears it this time