Now Jacko was so happy, just workin' on the farm,
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With the cows and the chickens, he couldn't do no harm.
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For years and years he worked and he scraped and he saved,
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To take one day the holiday he craved.
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But now he'll never be the same again,
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Since he took that holiday in Spain....
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Chorus: Oh Ho, make way for that Timsbury torero,
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Ole for that Somerset senor!
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He's a real West Country Caballero,
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The Shepton Mallet Matador!
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Now the boys in the village all think it's very queer,
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The way that Jacko drinks wine instead of beer;
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And they say he swapped his favourite cider jar
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For a bottle of sherry and a thirty-bob guitar!
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Repeat Chorus
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Now the pigs and chickens are diggin' up the dirt,
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When Jacko comes wavin' his old red flannel shirt;
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And he's always chasin' round the old red cow,
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'Cos he thinks that he's a real bullfighter now!
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Repeat Chorus
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Now on the farm when you hear hoots and howls,
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It's Jacko playin' Flamenco with the fowls
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And every time he clicks those castanets,
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Instead of eggs, the hens lay omelettes!
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Repeat Chorus (twice)
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Now the farmer's missus went wild with delight
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When Jacko serenaded her last night,
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And the farmer stopped him singin' Ceilito Lindo
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With a bucket of summat he threw from a bedroom window!
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Repeat Chorus
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La la la la la la la, Viva Chew Magna!
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La la la la la la la, the Shepton Mallet Matador!
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The Shepton Mallet Matador
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| The Wurzels |
