On Dollymount Strand on a cold winter's night I put on the hand brake and switched out the light I looked at me Mot and said, "Are you all right?" Meself and the architect's daughter.
Chorus: But the sea, oh the sea, it crept up on me And the water was risin' up quite rapidly I sez to the Mot, "Get your hand off me knee." "Can't yeh see we're surrounded by water."
I switched on the ignition and put it in gear Could I get it movin', lads? No bloody fear! Not if I was there for the next bloody year There was sand in the old carburetor.
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With water the car soon filled up to the brim I sez to the Mot, "Dear, the chances are slim." "So love get them off yeh, we'll both have to swim." So I let down the window and scarpered.
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So if ever you down to Dollymount Strand Be sure that the tide's out and everything's grand For a bird in the bush is worth two in the hand Regardless to what you are after