Is this it?

FLING IT HERE, FLING IT THERE

Way down on our farm we are quite up to date
For mechanisation's the byword of late
For every task we've a gadget to match
But our new muck spreader's the best of the batch

Ch

Fling it here
Fling it there
If you're standing by then you'll all get your share

Now young Walter Hodgkins, he brought back a load
Of liquid manure from the farm up the road
And he hummed to himself as he drove up the street
And his load also hummed in the afternoon heat

Now his muck spreader had a mechanical fault
and a bump in the road turned it on with a jolt
An odorous spray of manure it let fly
Without fear or favour on all it passed by.

The cats and the dogs stank to high kingdom come
And the kiddies, browned off, ran home screaming to mum
The trail of sheer havoc were terrible grim
One open car were filled up to the brim

The vicarage windows were all open wide
When a generous helping descended inside
The vicar, at table, intoned "Let us pray"
When this manure from heaven came flying his way

In her garden Miss Pringle was quite scandalised
"Good Gracious!" she cried, "I've been fertilised"
While the Methodist minister's tee-total wife
Were plastered for the very first time in her life

And all of this time Walter trundled along
He was quite unaware there was anything wrong
Till a vision of woe flagged him down, what a sight!
A policeman all covered in sh--You've got it right!

(line breaks inserted by a Joe clone) ^^