Eileen Og's transatlantic cousin, Larry Ogre...

Larry Ogre, that's the monster's name is,
In the Irish Bars of New York he is famous,
When he sings, God knows, they're bound to blame us,
Won't he get us jailed for evermore?
Play your pipe and learn to hold your peace,
That's the way the wheel can best be greased,
Singing in the belly of the beast,
Are you trying to get us jailed for evermore?
Larry Ogre, there's money to be made,
Larry Ogre, you're ruining the trade,
Singing words to make us feel afraid,
Are you trying to get us jailed for evermore?

Where's the band with the music that delighted
And the people all got so excited
When you sang that latest song you writed?
It seems that they have broken up once more.
You'd best take care, or you find you'll be rejected
In the real world some things are best neglected,
There's toes you tread on that need to be respected,
That's why your band has broken up once more.
Larry Ogre, there's money to be made,
Larry Ogee, you're ruining the trade,
Singing words to make us feel afraid,
Are you trying to get us jailed for evermore?