It's called The Strait, it isn't mate:
It winds along the bank.
And if it isn't open soon,
I'll chance another wank.

And so it goes, I blow my loads,
I've fuck all else to do!
The tractor's lying derelict,
Without a drop of fuel.

I hope to fuck, they'll open up,
And save me from my troubles.
But at the rate their moving at,
My dick is blowing bubbles!