Oh Lord its so hard to be humble when your'e perfect in every way
I called Mick McCarthy a wanker, now that English whore won't let me play
There wasn't a ball or a jersey when we turned out to play in Sai Pan
I spoke up alone now I'm heading home while the rest of them go to Japan.

There's 22 other players, I can't tell you one of their names
I carried them all right through Europe, on my own I won all of the games
I play with Manchester United, the fans there all treat me like God
But I'm brought down to Earth when I can't wear the shirt of Ireland my Ould Mother Sod.

I'll buy a field in Athenry and there I'll build my own Bertie Bowl
I'll have Teflon and floodlights and play 5 asides at night
And Mick can stick the World Cup up his hole.

Oh Lord its so hard to be humble when everyone knows I'm Roy Keane
I've cause to be grumpy, just ask Eamonn Dunphy, his book will explain what I mean
McCarthy is left with the losers and the debt ridden poor Irish Fan
I let down the side but I still have my pride while Paddy heads off to Japan.

I'll buy a field in Athenry, Build a Bertie Bowl with Covered roof and stand
I'll have Teflon and floodlights and play five asides At night
And we'll export Mick McCarthy to Japan,

This is for the Irish Mudcatters who had a traumatic week in the run up to the World Cup when Roy Keane, the Captain and star player had a slight argument with Mick McCarthy, the manager and was sent home to Ireland.

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