If you like to garden, I tell you I'm your man
Your hands hurt, back aches, it's not the case for me
A blade of carbon steel, ape-hangers on my autospade
I can dig all day, cos my Wolf-Terrex is
The ace of spades
The ace of spades

Broom's had many handles & several different heads
Cut price garden tools, is false economy
Garden Hell or Heaven, neighbours watching you
I can work all day, with my autospade
The ace of spades
The ace of spades

Capability Brown, landscaped all around
But if he'd had a Wolf-Terrex, he
may have well lived on for longer
(now don't forget I'm jokin'!)

Pushing up the daisies, I know you cannot see me
Weed 'em and reap, the dead man's land again
D'you see it in my eyes, see it in my smile?
If there's a hole to dig, you know it's gotta be
The ace of spades
The ace of spades