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THE JCB SONG Now there's a man, Delaney, he's a man of high renown. He's in the plant hire business, here in London town. He has a load of wagons, a Merc and Model T, But the pride of his possessions, is his yellow JCB. cho: Well, he takes it down to Nelly's, to the Bell and to the Crown, And the engine runs on diesel oil. it never lets him down. He takes it to the Galtee, ah, but only for the craic, With Delaney at the steering wheel, and the subbies in the back. Well the inside of his JCB is a sight to behold. He's got curtains on the windows, of colours green, white and gold. He has a photograph of Haughey, from the Dail in Dublin town, And there's one of Maggie Thatcher, but it's hanging upside down. Now he doctored up the JCB, to give her more horse-power. He thundered down the motorway at a hundred mile an hour. And when the cops came after him, Delaney f'd and blind, Well, he stuck it into overdrive, and left them all behind. Now, they built a fine big airport, in a place that's known as Knock, And when Monsignor turned the sod, sure he got an awful shock, For there beneath the heather, the water ran so free, He said, "I'll send for Delaney, with his yellow JCB." When the Pope he came to Ireland, well, he had a Popemobile: A great machine on tarmac, ah, but no good in the fields. And when his chopper flew into Knock, what did John Paul say? He said, "I'm going with Delaney, in that yellow JCB." When the boys they go a-courting, with the quare ones by their sides, Some go by London Transport, some take their Raleigh bike. Some go on Shank's pony, ah, but not our Mr D, For when he goes up to Cricklewood, sure he takes th'oul JCB. @car filename[ JCBSONG JD |
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