WRAP IT UP.
(Words: Neil Johnston, Music: Arty McGlynn)

Now, listen. you people better take this down:
I'm the bodhrán player and I'm back in town.
It's me lays down the rhythm for the diddery-I-de-dee.
Ain't no flashy fiddlers any good without me.
I can do it on the bodhrán. I can do it on the bones,
I don't need no fancy drum-kit like the Rolling Stones.
I'm a raker. I'm a shaker. I can make that white top hum.
I'm the man who puts the iddery in the skiddery-I-de-dum.
Just set up the liquor. Make sure there's enough,
Then clear the decks for action. Let me strut my stuff.

Hear me talking.
Let's go walking.

Now the fiddle's fine and dandy. It's the voice of Irish folk.
And if you got a banjo handy, he can make the music smoke.
Throw in a melodeon, you've gotta have a box,
And you've the making of a session, but it isn't one that rocks,
Till the goatskin hero hits it with his little rhythm stick.
I'm the man supplies the heartbeat. I'm the dude that makes it tick.

He's the diddly-dee director.
He's the dude that makes it tick.

In the pub and at the party, I'm the session's heart and soul.
Hey, it's me who put the backbone into Irish rock 'n' roll.
You can keep your fiddle player and your banjo-pickin' man,
But the man who minds the goatskin is the leader of the band.
When I hear them reels a-rollin', then it's time for me to start.
I'm the star of syncopation. I'm the statesman of the art.
Watch the dancers. How they dig it! They say, "Who's that heavy dude?
He's no moron on the bodhrán. He's our Gino B. Goode."
So I'm giving you the message and I've got it right, perhaps:
The show ain't over till the fat man raps.

You're paying
I'm staying.

Hope this helps!
The text makes more sense if you remember it's Gino Lupari singing... or should I say rapping. He's the bodhrán player with FOUR MEN AND A DOG. He's extremely good, but is--how shall I put it?--"A gentleman of rather large proportions."

Greetings, John.