Now I farmed in the country when I was a boy
A courting young rose, she was my pride and joy
Rosie was pretty and just seventeen
When I showed her the works of me thrashing machine
Thrashing machine, thrashing machine
I showed her the works of me thrashing machine
She told me that she was a much-travelled girl
Seen faces being places all over the world
But there was one sight that her eyes never seen
A vertical piston drive thrashing machine
Thrashing machine, thrashing machine
A vertical piston drive thrashing machine
We went to the barn and I took her inside
And said, if you're good, I might give you a ride
It stood there all sparkly and shining and clean
She said, that's what I call a thrashing machine
Thrashing machine, thrashing machine
That's what I call a thrashing machine
She asked me to demonstrate
How the thing worked
So I let out the clutch, the machine went berserk
You couldn't see nothing for the smoke and the steam
When I started revving my thrashing machine
Thrashing machine, thrashing machine
When I started revving my thrashing machine
When I said Rose could drive it for better or worse
The whole damn country was in shock
Contraption went into reverse
The camshaft seized up, well you know what I mean
Now that was the end of my thrashing machine
Thrashing machine, thrashing machine
Now that was the end of my thrashing machine