Hit the Diff

Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling
Drawing, hauling, and buck raking
Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping, and tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking
Spreading piping and double clutching
Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging
Raring, tearing, losing, winning

Oh, hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats
I'm heading for the tea

They thought that we were quitting
Well when the sun went down
With a flame from the pipe, we drove all night
Till the fuel it ran out

Oh, give me a yoke
With plenty of pokeh
And a can of easy start
And fifteen hundred acres
Hauling 40 ton of grass

I said goodbye before July
To the woman in an awful rush
And it was near Christmas
Before I got back in touch

I found a sate
But it had no brakes
Couldn't keep it cool
With loads of power
I was behind an hour
So I give the pump a screw

Out all night
With no lights
Only seeing stars
And the gloom from the moon
And the diesel light in the dash

Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling
Drawing, hauling, and buck raking
Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping, and tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking
Spreading piping and double clutching
Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging
Raring, tearing, losing, winning

O hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats
I'm heading for the tea

Well, they thought that we were quitting
Well when the sun went down
With a flame from the pipe, we drove all night
Till the fuel it ran out

Overload on the downhill road
Slapping through the gears
Sending snap chats of what I'm at
To every one on the beer

Hit the dual to low
And I started to roll
All wheels in the air
It was my chance to grease the nipples
I never knew was there

Need some sleep
And new teeth
For digging and dozing in muck
In case it rains
Need an owl chain
Lying in the truck

Climbing, liming
Mixing, piping
After the field is cut
There's many's a gap
You won't get at
Without 6,000 foot

Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling
Drawing, hauling, and buck raking
Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping, and tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking
Spreading piping and double clutching
Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging
Raring, tearing, losing, winning

O hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats
I'm heading for the tea

Well, they thought that we were quitting
Well when the sun went down
With a flame from the pipe, we drove all night
Till the fuel it ran out

O hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats
I'm heading for the tea

They thought that we were quitting
'Cause the summer doesn't last
But we're heading to New Zealand
Where the craic, it only starts