The Wurzels - SUNNY WESTON-SUPER-MARE lyrics

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)