His jaws are droppin inwards now his too slep in his gob (whatever that means)
Since Breezy took a notion for to join a football club.

27 casualties at 25 past 3,
The courtmen bein' gentlemen broke off to have their tea.
They carried poor old Breezy in a long white linen sack,
And they manicured his fingernails before they brought him back.

Breezy went demented he charged across the field.
He slaughtered ev'ry Kerry man who threatened no to yield.
He scored a dozen goals away before you'd blink an eye.
Mcvaney from the coalkey held his half until he died.

The crowd they couldn't stand it they all began to boo,
The like of it was never heard outside of Killaloo.
Spectators in the 1000's came a chargin' down the pitch,
And once again poor breezy was flung headlong in the ditch.