Spray-o-rama: or a treatise on 20th-century British poetry

On boys on, get that spray flowin’,
gotta get those weeds down,
gotta get those weeds down.

On boys on, get that spray flowin’,
gotta get those insects out,
gotta get those insects out.

On boys on, hitch the boom spray
to the tractor,
hitch the boom spray to the tractor,
on boys on.

On boys on, the wind is picking up,
swirling in the paddock,
rippling through the crop,
on boys on, the wind is picking up.

On boys on, the chemicals are active,
bright green crops hungry,
insects swarming with impunity,
on boys on.

On boys on, hitch the boom spray
to the tractor,
hitch the boom spray to the tractor,
on boys on.

On boys on, get that spray flowin’,
gotta get those insects out,
gotta get those insects out.

On boys on, get that spray flowin’,
gotta get those weeds down,
gotta get those weeds down.