Broadford bazaar - Jethro Tull

Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing.
Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake.
With hot, redfaced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling,
Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake.

And it's "All come willing now,
Spend a shilling now,
Stack up the back of your new motorcar."
There's homedyed woolens, and wee plastic

The day of the Broadford Bazaar.

Out of the north, no oilrigs are drifting.
And jobs for the many are down to the few.
Bluebottle choppers, they visit no longer.
Like flies to the jampots, they were just passing through.

And it's "All come willing now,
Spend a shilling now,
Stack up the back of your new motorcar"
Where once stood oilrigs so phallic
There's only swearwords in Gaelic
To say at the Broadford bazaar.

All kinds of people come down for the opening.
Crofters and cottiers, white wild settlers galore.
[Cottier == farmer renting land]
And up on the hill, there's an old sheep that's dying,
But it had two new lambs born just a fortnight before.

And it's "All come willing now,
Spend a shilling now,
Stack up the back of your new motorcar."
We'll take pounds, francs and dollars from the wellheeled,
And stamps from the Green Shield.
The day of the Broadford Bazaar.