The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #44001 Message #708060
Posted By: GUEST,Christy Moore
10-May-02 - 08:34 AM
Thread Name: Campsite at Drumcree IV
Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV
Ah, Jayziz … yous huv jist caught me writin' a new song!
Let's see (strums a chord) …
Don't forget yer bowler if ye walk through Portydown Don't forget yer brolly, case the rain is pishin' down When ye see a fenian gern yer gub and wear a frown Dal-de-deedle-do
(Mutters till heesself.) No, no … that's not right! Let's see (strums a chord)
Don't forget yer buckfast if you're marchin' on the twelfth And give us a wee sloat, there, b'y … don't keep it till yerself They say that it's a tonic, buy it's runin' me health Dal-de-deedle-do
(Mutters away like an eejit.) Not at all, Christy. Let's see (strums a chord)
I never met a man who ate more grub than Eamonn Holmes I never met a man could bate Tom Paulin at the pomes And poor oul' Paud Moloney gets mistaken for a gnome Dal-de-deedle-do
Now we're cookin'! (Strums another chord)
I never met a man before more reprobate than Shane In seen him once devour some stuff I use for clearin' drains An' it didn't bloody fizz on him, he roared out "Same again!" Dal-de-deedle-do
And Barney's face is hairier than Father Ted's backside And Dan O'Donnell's singin' is a thing I can't abide And thon girls out of the Corrs, I'd like to give them all a … han' with their careers, ye dorty-minded pack o' hoor's melts! What did you think I wuz goin' till sing? Dal-de-deedle-do