If it was'na for your wellies
Where would ye be?
You'd be in the hospital or infirmary
Cos you would have a dose of the flu or even plunacy
If ye did'ne have ye feet in ye wellies.
Oh wellies, they are wonderful
Oh wellies, they are swell
Cos they keep out the water, and they keep in the smell
And when you're sittin around, you can always tell
When some bugger takes off his wellies.
Oh when you're out walkin, in the country way about
And you're strollin over fields, just like a farmer's herd
And somebody shouts "keep off the grass" and you think "how absurd"
And "Squelch!" you find why farmers all wear wellies
There's fishermen and firemen, there's farmers and all
Men who dig in ditches, and workin in the snow
This country it would grind to a halt and not a thing would grow
If it was'ne for the workers in their wellies
You read what Heath and Wilson, they have'ne made a hit
They're ruinin this country, more than just a bit
If they keep on the way they're goin, we'll all be in the shhh....
So you better get your feet in your wellies