You need to be set free
You need to go to a tractor pull
And get behind the wheel of a pulling machine.
And many other with great histories to tell.
Frenchy and Aidy,
That make up the Modified brigade.
Theres Fergys and Fordsons that run pretty hot,
With the old Internationals being the cream of the crop.
And the old dual wheeler that pulls like a gem,
In the wet or the dry, there not worth their sox,
Because in the end they cant out pull the "OX"
Theres Dudley the commentator, when will he be ready?
Theres all of those Perkin's and Rob is the boss,
Its briefing time, they wont get in line,
If Rocky was about, he'd straighten them out,
He'd round em up with the dog.
The old 554, she'll come out again and again.
The old 414, she's very sound,
now that Kerry keeps her nose on the ground.
Theres Charlie and Allis from up Gowrie Park,
shes very hard to see in the dark.
Theres Rowley the contractor from up the same way,
its not difficult to see him, nite or day.
"Robby! i think we should breed from the "OX"
The breeding plan was arranged, but everyone was belated,
To learn in the end, the "OX" had been casterated.
Bevans the boy from up Motton way
Give him an Inter and he'll show them the way.
Then theres the Fergy's driven by Hughesy and Dake,
Little do we know how much they'll take.
Old Harry (Ferguson) had the demand, for this machine on the land,
But he had'nt had a crack at the Inters on the track.
Jone'sy the man of the day from down Parattah way,
he brings em all out and has a field day,
But about the weather, he has no say.
Frenchy's the man with the bright red machine,
That has to be a modifiers dream.
I wonder was Elphinstone part of his team.
Theres Rob, he's a Little with the John Deere machine.
Theres little doubt this is a pleasure to be seen.
The Kelly's came to town with Becket and Brown,
Browny said Robby you know they wont have a go,
I think you should clone the "OX"
So we took D.N.A. and we sent it away.
to Canberra the specimen was sent.
Little Johnny was elated and sent his reply,
The Government will give its consent.
We awoke at dawn one lovely spring morn,
to see that a new little "OX" had been born.
The old "OX" looked around and seen him on the ground,
Then said with a yawn,
His father must have been a "Short Horn".
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