THE LANGER (full version, six minutes long!)

Have you seen the old man,
The drunken auld lout,
Rourin' and bawlin' and spillin' his stout,
And in everyone's business,
You'll foresee his snout,
Down in Cork, he'd be known as a LANGER!
A langer .... a langer ....
In Cork, he'd be known as a LANGER!

And our hero, Roy Keane,
Footballer supreme,
The finest this country,
And Man-U's ever seen,
And we'd have won the World Cup,
But Mick McCarthy fouled up,
Roy was dead right to call him a LANGER!
A Langer .... a Langer ....
Roy was dead right to call him a LANGER!

And Johnny and Mick,
Have a Honda Civic,
With spotlamps and spoilers,
And loud rock music,
Ah, but don't they look nice,
Them big fffff .... furry dice,
Won't they ever stop acting de LANGER?
De langer .... de langer .....
Won't they ever stop acting the LANGER?

(Irish bit, no translation available)
Mise phleidce nach roinn,
Ag ghlanadh tríd a thoinn,
Níor gálainn ag éinne,
Nach riseach ag féin,
Már go fomhlíoch sairbhíin,
Ag gramadach fíor grinn,
Í gortaigh gan dabht, sé an LANGER!
An Langer ... an langer ....
I gortaigh gan dabht, sé an LANGER!

From Mitchelstown to Cape Clear,
You'll be welcome down here,
For there's plenty of scenery,
Music and beer,
(Spoken) But avoid the rugby weekend in Kinsale,
Cos every year without fail,
The town gets infested with LANGERS!
Langers .... langers ....
The town gets infested with LANGERS!

(George)
In Two thousand and five,
Culture will thrive,
All along the green banks of the Lee (oh, good man George!)
But no matter what,
If you arrive on a yacht,
(Spoken) We'll tolerate absolutely nobody acting the LANGER! (Certainly not in Crosshaven!)
Langer .... langer ....
There'll be nobody acting the LANGER.

George Bush and his biys,
Oh, they'd make your blood boil,
Would they give the Iraqi people back their soil?
Ah, but all of us know,
All he wants is their oil,
Oh Lord, he's a fir-ocious LANGER!
Langer .... Langer ....
Oh Lord, he's a fir-ocious 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 shower of LANGERS!
Langers .... Langers ....
Yeer only a big shower of LANGERS!!!

So there was me song,
It didn't keep you too long,
For now ye all know one word of Cork shlang,
And while there's meat on me bones,
I hope i'll never be known,
As a typical, home-grown Cork LANGER!
Langer .... Langer ....
As a typical home-grown Cork LANGER,

Langer .... Langer ....
As a typical home-grown Cork LANGER!!!!