The Langer Song

Have you seen the old man
The drunken ould lout
Roaring and bawling and spilling his stout?
And in everyone's business
You'll foresee his snout
Down in Cork he'd be known as a langer

Chorus:
A langer (Response: A langer)
In Cork he'd be known as a langer

And our hero Roy Keane
Footballer supreme
The finest this country and venue's(?) ever seen.
And we'd have won the World Cup
But Mick McCarty fouled up.
Roy was dead right to call him a langer!

Chorus:
A langer (A langer)
Roy was dead right to call him a langer!

And Johnny and Mick
?? ((Can't figure out this line, I'm afraid)) ??
With spotlamps and spiders
And loud rock music
Ah, but don't they look nice
With the big furry dice?
Would they ever stop acting the langer?

Chorus:
The langer (the langer)
Would they ever stop acting the langer?

Irish verse involving the phrase "mo thoin" (my ass), followed by chorus
(I suspect this one must be especially off-color: I'd give a lot to know what it says)

From Mitchellstown to Cape Clear
You'll be welcome down here
For there's plenty of scenery, music, and beer
But avoid the rugby weekend in Kinsale
For every year with out fail
The town gets infested with langers

Chorus:
With langers (with langers)
The whole town's infested with langers

[This verse done in an English accent]
In two thousand and five
Culture will thrive
All along the green banks of the Lee (Shouted: Oh, good man, George!)
But no matter what
If you arrive on a yacht
We'll tolerate absolutely nobody acting the langer
(Shouted: Certainly not in Crosshaven!)

Chorus:
Langer (Langer)
There'll be nobody acting the langer

George Bush and his boys
Ah, did make your blood boil.
Will they give the Iraqi people back their soil?
Ah, and all of us know
All he wants is their oil.
Oh Lord, he's a ferocious langer!

Chorus:
A langer (A langer)
Oh Lord, he's a ferocious langer!

So three cheers for Roy Keane
He's back wearing the green.
Ah, what more could you ask him to do?
So forget all the press
And the whole bloody mess
They're only a big shore o' langers.

Chorus:
Langers (Langers)
They're only a big shore of langers.

So there was me song
I didn't keep ye too long
For now ye all know one word of Cork slang
And while there's meat on me bones
I hope I'll never be known
As a typical home-grown Cork langer

Chorus (2x):
Langer (Langer)
As a typical home-grown Cork langer