No gas for the plough, so the corn’s gone to sell
An’ we traded the cow, so we can’t pass the milk
Our jeans all need patchin’, our eggs all need yolks
And we might be laughin’, but it ain’t no joke
Ne moraš da budeš seljak da ukapiraš o kakvom se “čabru” radi u pesmi, a svaka sličnost sa životom u našem bliskom okruženju je slučajna.