There's nothing better than singing along with your favourite Wurzels song, but what if you're not too sure about a particular verse? Or perhaps you're one of they city folk who don't not what talk proper like us from good ol' Zummerzet, perhaps you're struggling to understand?
Well fear not, because you can now practice and learn some of the most popular songs right here. So grab that hairbrush, cus it's Wurzelin' time!

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COMBINE HARVESTER (BRAND NEW KEY)
12/06/1976 - 2 weeks at No.1 and 13 weeks on the U.K. chart

I drove my tractor through your haystack last night
(ooh aah ooh aah)
I threw me pitchfork at your dog to keep quiet
(ooh aah ooh aah)
Now something's telling me
That you'm avoiding me
Come on now darling you've got something I need

[Chorus] Cuz I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key

She made I laugh ha ha

I'll stick by you, I'll give you all that you need
(ooh aah ooh aah)
We'll 'ave twins and triplets
I'm a man built for speed
(ooh aah ooh aah)
And you know I'll love you darlin'
So give me your hand
(ooh aah ooh aah)
But what I want the most
Is all they acres of land

[Chorus]

Ooaah she's a lovely bit of stuff an' all

For seven long years I've been alone in this place
(ooh aah ooh aah)
Eat, sleep, in the kitchen, it's a proper disgrace
(ooh aah ooh aah)
Now if I cleaned it up would you change your mind
(ooh aah ooh aah)
I'll give up drinking scrumpy and that lager and lime

[Chorus]

Who loves thee baby ha

Weren't we a grand couple at that last wurzel dance
I wore brand new gaters and me cordouroy pants
In your new Sunday dress with your perfume smelling grand
We had our photos took and us holding hands

Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Now that we'me both past our fifties I think that you and me
Should stop this galavanting and will you marry me
Coz I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key

Aahh yu're a fine lookin' woman and I can't wait to get me 'ands on your land.

THE BLACKBIRD

[Chorus]Where be it Blackbird to? I know where he be,
He be up yon Wurzel tree, And I be after he!
Now I sees he, And he sees I,
Bugger’d if I don’t get ‘en
Wit a girt big stick I’ll knock ‘im down
Blackbird I’ll ‘ave he!
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
‘Ow’s ‘E Father?
(Audience Answer) Allright!

All me life I’m on the farm, Workin’ for me keep
Tendin’ pigs and chickens, and they cows and sheep
But everywhere I’m workin’, there’s one who always mocks me
He hidin' somewhere in the trees, blackbird I’ll ‘ave he!

[Chorus]

Underneath the open sky in spring we loves to dine
We likes to ‘ear the flappin’ of the missus washin’ line
We listens to a tuneful song, a blackbird or a tit,
But on me vest and underpants he scored a direct hit!

[Chorus]

If I goes out poachin’, a creepin’ through the fields,
With me old retriever, a followin’ at me heels.
If I aim me shotgun at a pheasant in the hay
That bloody blackbird starts his row and frightens him away!

[Chorus]

No longer can I sleep at night, get peace of any kind,
That bird’ll be the death of me, he’s prayin’ on me mind!
If I chase him long enough, I’ll get ‘en by and by,
And celebrate me vict’ry with a girt big blackbird pie!

[Chorus]

I AM A CIDER DRINKER

When the moon shines on the cow shed
and we're rolling in the hay,
All the cows are up there grazin'
and the milk is on its way.

[Chorus] I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
it soothes all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
(Proper Job! Wanna try some, young 'un? C'mon, young 'un! Get a couple o' pints down 'ee then.)

It's so cosy in the kitchen
with the smell of rabbit stew,
When the breeze blows 'cross the farm yard
you can smell the cow shed too.
(Cor! Oi never smelt nothin' like it in all me loife)

When those combine wheels stops turnin'
and the hard days work is done,
Theres a pub around the corner
It's the place we 'ave our fun.
(Arrh! We'll 'ave some fun an' all!)

(C'mon, young 'un! Get a couple o' pints down 'ee then.)

Now dear old Mabel when she's able,
we takes a stroll down Lovers Lane,
And we sinks a pint o' Scrumpy,
then we'll play old natures game.
(Ah, ha, ha! Ooh, arrh!!)

But we end up in the duckpond
when the pub decides to close,
With me breeches full o' tadpoles,
And the newts between me toes.
(Cor! Mate!)

[Chorus]
(C'mon there, young 'un! Get up there an dance.)

I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
it soothes all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay

(Let cider be the spice o' loife! Arr!)

PILL PILL

When the nights are dark and stormy
And the bitter north wind blows
Cross the fields from Shirehampton
Where the muddy Avon flows
Where the Pillites gaily ride
Over on the ferry from the other side
The boat starts swingin, you'll hear them singin'
Float in on the tide!

Chorus:

Pill, Pill, I love thee still
Even though I'm leaving
Pill, Pill, I love thee still
When the ferry boat starts heavin
When the rain down pours, the thunder roars
The lightnin flashes bright
I'll be better by far in The Duke or The Star
Than on the Old Pill Ferry tonight

Take me where it's warm and cosy
Down there with those happy boys
Where the cheeks are red and rosy
Cobblers, hobblers, hobbledehoys
When the stinging winter sleet
Creeps along the riverside and chills your feet
For miles around, you'll hear this sound
Comin' down Pill Street

Chorus

Oh the seven seas I've wandered
Back to Pill I shall return
When the hard earned cash is squandered
For the village lads I yearn
Captain, Captain, carry me
Steamer of the channel past Portbury
Head her south through Avonmouth
Happy I shall be.

ROCK AROUND THE A38

(Alright)
Way down Taunton on the A38
Just around the corner there's a five-bar gate
Over in the field stands old Farmer Joe
Cranking up his tractor trying to make the thing go
No-one seems to care, or try to understand
It's hard to make a living when your working on the land
Go Go
Let the cider flow

Alright there young 'un

Farmer's son in the pig sty mixing up the swill
Bubbling and a steaming enough to make thee ill
Sow she came a borin' like a hurricane
Rollin' over n'over n'over n'over again
no-one there around, to give that boy a warnin'
they couldn't dig him out until the very next mornin'
Go Go
Let the cider flow

C'mon there my beauty, c'mon right there

Farmer's daughter Mable rolling in the hay
With them village lads she were the caberet
Swinging through the rafters in her tight blue jeans
Polo neck all ruffled n' bursting from the seams
No-one seems to care, or try to understand
The ups and downs a man gets when he's working on the land
Go Go
Let the cider flow

Farmer's wife out working picking up the eggs
She's gettin' on she ain't too steady on her legs
Basket in her arms and right from full
She crossed the field and she got chased by a bull
No-one there around to get the bull away
Now Joe's got scrambled eggs for his breakfast every day

C'mon here my beauty, c'mon 'ere
Giv'm a grt big dog, he he.

I WANT TO BE AN EDDIE STOBART DRIVER

I want to be an Eddie Stobart Driver
Behind the wheel is where I want to be
O let me be an Eddie Stobart Driver (ooh ahh)
The finest firm in haulage history

Everywhere you go y’know, you can spot the Eddie Spotters
Stobart’s the name they want to see
And all the other trucks and trailers
Are just counted out as failures
And anyway he’s the only man for me

I want to be an Eddie Stobart Driver
Nowadays we all sing Eddie’s praise
O let me be an Eddie Stobart Driver
'Cos Eddie Stobart rules the motorways

I want to hear the children
I want to hear them cheer like they cheer Eddie
When he overtakes us from afar (ooh aah)
With his fan club is expanding
He leaves the others standing
I’d love to be a Stobart superstar

I want to be an Eddie Stobart Driver
Behind the wheel is where I want to be
O let me be an Eddie Stobart Driver
The finest firm in haulage history

Spoken:
(Come on; let’s take it up a cog
Keep on a-truckin)

Now I’ll tell you just how far I'll
Go on up to Carlisle
Tell you what I’ll do when I arrive
I'm gonna walk right up to Eddie
And tell him that I'm ready
So put I on the road now and let I drive

I want to be an Eddie Stobart Driver
That’s exactly what I want to be
And if I can’t be an Eddie Stobart Driver
I’m going home to burn my HGV (2)

Spoken:
I shall be burning my Wurzels scarf as well then
Cos I shall have a brand new Eddie Stobart suit
I shall have proper job then
Mother’ll be as proud as punch.

SUNNY WESTON-SUPER-MARE

I packed me bags and left the farm
I packed it up for sure
I swore I’d never drive
A tractor anymore.
Old Mother said ”Thee’se must be mad”
As I walked out the door
And Father shouted – “Lazy lout!!
Don’t come back no more”.

CHORUS
I’m off now!
Off to sunny Weston-Super-Mare, Super-Mare, Super-Mare
I’m off to sunny Weston-Super-Mare,
They say you’ll always find a welcome way down there.

A farmer’s life is very good
As people often say
Lots of clean fresh air
And cider every day
But when the harvest time comes around
The sun it dries your lips
I’d sooner lay upon the beach
And eat me fish and chips.

CHORUS
I’m off now!
Off to sunny Weston-Super-Mare, Super-Mare, Super-Mare
I’m off to sunny Weston-Super-Mare,
They say you’ll always find a welcome way down there.

I’d longed to walk a golden beach
Where shady palm trees grow
Forget that muckin’ out
And no more fields to mow
The icy cold at winter time
That makes you freeze and shake
I’ve left it all behind me
I’ve really made the break.

CHORUS
If paradise is half as nice
Then, this is where I’ll stay
The farmyard’s far away
From this lovely sandy bay
I’ll walk along the promenade
Forget that country lane
Just write and tell the folks back home
I won’t be back again.

CHORUS
CHORUS
CHORUS with changed first line to ‘Come on Boys!’ (to fade)