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Beautiful and Timeless
I can still smell the wintergreen
And see the goals that might have been
Standing there wishing I'd been blessed
Wishing I'd have played, played like Georgie Best
I can still hear the crowd roar
After the other side had scored
Head dropped, trying not to feel too depressed
And try and lift it again and maybe, just maybe, do a Georgie Best
And so when I saw his picture in the paper
I knew he had nothing left to play for
Looking out, reaching out, from his sick bed
An old footballer, his eyes filled with dread
He was waiting for the final whistle
To blow and put him out of his misery
Here was the boy who could make the whole world sizzle
Put on a show and show us all we ever wanted to be
So I went out and kicked a ball against the wall
And remembered Georgie when he had it all
Now as he goes to face his final rest
To me he'll always be beautiful and timeless, beautiful and timeless
The beautiful and timeless Georgie Best.
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My daddy left home when I was
three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just an old caman and a worn out pair of boots.
Now, I don't blame him cause I flipped my lid
But the hardest thing that I ever did
Was not to change my mind about Rule 42
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some lads would giggle and I'd get red
I'm from the Rebel country I said,
And we're sticking with Rule 42
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fists got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town and play the game.
But I made a vow to the moon and the All-Stars
That all my free's would go over the bars
And that Rule 42 wasn't going to change
Well, it was Shanagarry in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop to have a brew.
Wll I heard some boys from Ringaskiddy,
Saying he didn't change his mind did he?
No I'm sticking with Rule 42
Well, I hit him with the slither right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He came up with his hurl and nearly took off a piece of my ear.
I nearly could have cracked his teeth
As we crashed out into the street
But he was a cute hoor he was wearing his headgear
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his hurl but I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya a cause and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's Rule 42 thats helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you don't hate me, but you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the Christy Rin look in your eye
Cause I'm the son-of-the-pitch named Rule 42
I got all choked up and I threw down my hurl
And I called him my pa, and he gave me a cuddle,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a vote, I'm going to vote yes to 42.
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21st Century Transport 21
The government is pledging to target today,
The major inter-urban motorways,
And this should all happen over the next five years,
After 2010 it has plans again,
For dual carriageways from Crossmaglen,
For international rules without spears,
The Atlantic road corridor,
Will be developed from Letterkenny or maybe Gweedore,
Through Sligo Limerick, Cork and Waterford,
This will connect the national spatial strategy,
Gatway cities through the countries anatomy,
This may absurd but they say it will occur,
Inter-urban motorways,
Linking Dublin with Belfast, Cork and Galway,
Limerick and Waterford,
All this my friend by the end of 2010,
It may sound absurd,
But they say it will occur,
Dualcarriageways to Ashbourne on the M2,
Kells on the N3 and let me tell you,
You'll have no trouble getting to Gorey on the N11,
And upgrading the M2, M3, M4,
M5, when you go for a drive,
You'll say this is surely motoring heaven,
Take the N81 to Blessington,
When all is said and done,
There's still the western rail corridor,
Claremorris to Ennis,
Kilooney and then its,
Like the old days with CIE in Inchicore,
I know you can't wait to see,
The N21 from Limerick to Tralee,
The N22 from Killarney into Cork,
The N24 from Limerick to Waterford,
You may think I'm being absurd,
But from there you could nearly hop on a plane to New York,
The N25 goes to Rosslare,
The N30 to Enniscorthy and New ross and while you're there,
You could bump into Bertie because he's a son of a gun,
In line with the national spatial strategy,
With spurs that join through our nations anatomy,
Here's what they're calling Transport 21.
Chorus:
In line with the national spatial strategy,
With spurs that join through our nations anatomy,
We'll have our bus queues on the run,
And the powers that be tell you and me,
It's democracy making history,
21st Century Transport 21,
The N56 Donegal coastal route,
So scenic so splendid it just has to suit,
The N59 coastal from Sligo via Westport and Galway,
The N67 and N68,
Along the Clare coast man it sounds so great,
Sure you'd stay on the bus all day everyday,
The N69 along the Shannon Estuary,
That winds from Limerick down to Tralee,
Then there's N70 and the old N71,
The N86 for the peninsula's of Cork and Kerry,
And all the happy visitors that they're going to carry,
Man it's all going to be so much fun.
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One For The Money
Its One for the money, Two for the show, Three you ask Eddie about your
shrinking cash flow,
In the old days it came down to pounds shillings and pence,
But since we've changed to the euro nothing makes any sense,
The grocery order is grossly unfair,
The competition authorities say it shouldn't be there,
RG Data says it prevents predatory pricing and protects jobs,
They say it maximises consumer's choice but not according to Eddie Hobbs,
Our health service is still not great,
You get a little nervous when you're walking out late,
At night in certain area's in different parts of our town,
But the government still reckons the crime figures are coming down,
"In real terms compared to 5 years ago",
The National Toll Roads has an Easypass,
On the M50 they hold up the traffic until it's completely chaos,
And the Luas cost more money than anybody could ever believe,
And 50 million for a voting system that didn't work and we didn't even need,
You've got cash flow problems, no venture capital to invest,
And the property ladder looks like Mount Everest,
The Central Bank says Irish prices are 15% higher than the average in the Euro
zone,
So When you're drinking your beverage all you can do is sip and moan,
It's a rip off republic but who's to blame,
They tear strips off the public to feed the endgame,
It doesn't matter who's in the government the answer's always the same,
And once the opposition get into power they continue in the same vain,
Don't be a fool start breaking the rules,
I know it's hard not to lose your cool,
When you see all those different prices they keep charging you for fuel,
And these think tanks and tribunals they're just pure mule,
Now you pay through the nose for fuel, food and clothes,
Everything costs and arm and a leg but that's the way it goes,
The consumer strategy group are doing the best they can,
You need an Eddie Hobbs or an Eddie O'Sullivan, find a man with a plan,
You go to the Point to see Pavorotti,
For €165 you have to bring your own potty,
In case you want a piddle and there's nowhere to go,
If that's not a fiddle well missus I just don't know,
In plastic bucket chairs the ladies were crammed so close together,
They nearly got deep vein trombonsis and were melting into one another,
You know these big heavy tenor's get money for old rope,
And Fatboy Slim in Stradbally man that's enough to make me croak.
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You'll Never Shop Alone
When you walk through a store, Where the prices are high,
And they charge two euro's an hour for the car park,
At the end of the store there's a golden sky,
Where the two for one bargain prices have been marked.
Shop on through the wind, Shop on through the rain,
Though your seams have been crossed and torn,
Shop On, Shop On, With hope in your heart,
And you'll never shop alone etc.
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Satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction, I'm getting ripped off on nearly every transaction,
But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try,
I Can't Get No......
When I'm watching my TV, and Eddie Hobbs comes on and tells me,
How high my prices should be, And the grocery bill is grossly unfair says the
competition authority,
I Can't Get No....
When I'm driving in my car, and Eddie Hobbs comes on and tells me,
How much my diesel or petrol should be, And I should shop around because prices
are different all over the country,
I Can't Get No....
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I'd rather be a raconteur
Than to be a cantankerous hoor,
And I'll probably have a drop of the pure,
This Christmas.
I know it's not the whistle that starts the train,
And I know you don't want to listen to me startin to complain,
But I have to say Christmas,
Is all about Business.
CHORUS:
You can fool all of the people some of the time,
Some of the people all of the time,
And sometimes all of the people are foolin' themselves.
I'm talkin about the rates of pay,
And I know it's not a very nice thing to say,
But I hope Santa is really lookin after those elves.
They could be from Lithuania,
Estonia or Albania,
Poland, Hungary or Bosnia Herzegovina,
They could be from Latvia,
And I'm not just sayin that to ya,
Cause they're willin to work all day Christmas Day,
Now what does that mean to ya?
CHORUS
What about the Indigenous reindeers,
Its almost insidious after all these years,
They could be let go cause it cost too much,
To feed them,
Don't forget about Santa's little helpers,
They could all be claimin welfare,
Just because the powers that be say,
They don't need them.
Let them be around in Blanchardstown,
Shoppin til they're droppin down,
But still savin a few bob for the,
New Year Bargains.
Christmas only comes once a year,
It's only for kids the adults can have a beer,
Open the presents and we'll have,
A few gargles.
CHORUS:
I'm talkin bout the rates of pay,
And these are the Christmas holidays,
But the stuff is really flyin off,
The shelves,
I'm talkin bout the rates of pay,
But I'm gonna say this anyway,
I still love Christmas so Santa ring those bells.
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New York Cleaners
It was Christmas Eve babe
Down at the sunny bank,
Me ole man said son,
I'm goin for a one and one.
So he had a big bag of chips,
And a nice long ray too,
I just had a smoked cod,
And I dreamed of the I.T.G.W.U.
Aren't I the lucky one,
Me da was born in Ballymun,
He was an alter boy,
In St Pappin's,
He drank in the Viscount,
And in the Big Tree (Dorset Street),
And after a night in the Coachman's Inn,
He was full of Christmas glee (to anyone he'd meet).
He'd sing songs all night long,
About things that went wrong,
Slowboats to Honolulu,
Siam and Hong Kong,
How Kevin Barry,
Had answered the call,
And when he was really merry,
Sing the Hills of Donegal.
And how all the men in C.I.E
Were entitled to a raise in their pay,
And the union was behind them,
All the way.
I Love you baby,
I can see better times,
Now we're all part,
of the I.T.G.W.U.
He'd say I could have been someone,
But da so could anyone,
I'm goin down to the bookies now son,
To put on a bet for you.
He'd come back lookin hurt,
We knew the crack he'd lost his shirt,
That's the way it was ma said i love him,
But what can you do.
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The
Tractor
Intro Monologue:
The calves had scour,
The milk was sour,
Everywhere there was chronic mastitis...
But I knew I'd survive,
When I looked at the oul' MF35,
And I wasn't bothered in the slightest.
1st Verse
You can leave me for a movie star,
A famous hollywood actor,
You can take the farm, you can take the car,
But you'll never take the tractor.
You can leave me for a philantropist,
And become a benefactor,
You can even drive me around the twist,
But you'll never drive this tractor.
Chorus:
You can fuel them, feed them, fix them, freeze them,
Fuse them or ignite them.
But she'll boost your yield in any field,
This tractor's a collectors item.
2nd Verse
Talk about compost, mulch, suckling pigs,
Defining the X factor,
You can cut back on the cost of gargle and cigs,
But you'll never trick on this tractor.
Now there's setaside, insecticide,
The impending tax collector,
You can subscribe, imbibe, jibe or bribe,
But you'll never drive this tractor.
Chorus:
You can fuel them, feed them, fix them, freeze them,
Fuse them or ignite them.
But she'll boost your yield in any field,
This tractor's a collectors item.
Bridge:
The immature liver fluke,
Is growing day by day,
And if you let me off the hook,
I can start to save the hay.
3rd Verse:
You can talk about the angel dust,
Testing the reactor,
You can squawk and shout, kick up a fuss,
But you'll never trick on this tractor.
Now I'm going to be perfectly frank,
You can tell this to your chiropractor,
You can jump in to your septic tank,
But you'll never jump on this tractor,
Chorus:
You can fuel them, feed them, fix them, freeze them,
Fuse them or ignite them.
But she'll boost your yield in any field,
This tractor's a collectors item.
4th Verse:
Now she may never create any wealth,
She may not look that stylish,
But she's already more than paid for herself,
Just take a look at that milage,
You can talk about the farmers pay,
The toilage and the spoilage,
But when it comes to saving hay,
She knows her wrapped silage.
Chorus:
You can fuel them, feed them, fix them, freeze them,
Fuse them or ignite them.
But she'll boost your yield in any field,
This tractor's a collectors item.
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