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Our Paddy
01:55
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Have you seen our Paddy play guitar,
with a pint of Guiness and a Cuban Cigar?
As he gets on the stage and looks out to the front,
he realises he feels like a bit of a c**t.
Paddy, he was an Irish man.
Slightly religious but he enjoyed a can.
Paddy, he was s**t out of luck.
And when he saw this he said "ah f**k."
Late one night Paddy ate a shroom;
and, with a leprechaun, jumped up to the moon.
While he was up there he saw Agnes he says.
Played her some fiddle and blew her away.
Now they're married with three kids on the moor.
But Paddy had left to have sex with a whore.
Looking back, Agnes would say:
"He was a terrible gobs**e anyway."
Paddy had one final show,
no one to talk to but a potato.
He had to leave, but he had to drink on;
and the next thing we knew,
Paddy was gone...
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2. |
Rock The Pony
02:01
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Billy was a working boy,
beyond the hills of Minnesota.
In the farm he toils,
dreaming of a life he could've had.
His daddy was an old farm hand;
a traditional man with particular values.
He scoured all the land,
trying to give his son the life he had.
Billy don't go chasing rainbows,
why don't you understand what I'm going through?
Billy please stay, don't lose your way.
You know I'd never want to lose you.
But you won't back down,
'cos you feel so lonely.
You're gonna rock the pony.
Rock the pony...
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3. |
Revision Blues
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I woke up this morning, with a spring in my shoe.
Nothing could bring me down, not even the news.
So I sat in the classroom, waiting for time to pass.
The devil snook up behind me and he shoved it up my ass.
Don't think I can take it,
oh, I've got those revision blues.
When I turn over the paper,
I'm gonna blow a fuse.
Last year I was a drifter, examinations I failed,
but this year I'm a step ahead with my student finance mailed.
But when it comes to revision, I'm scared I might not pass.
But how'my gonna sit the paper with Satan up my ass?
Don't think I can take it,
oh, I've got those revision blues.
Maybe I should just rob a bank,
and end up on the news.
Some people say I'm lonely,
some people say I'm a fool,
but they don't know I've got the knack of standing on a stool.
I've given up on college,
I've given up on hope.
Think I'm gonna kill myself with a lengthy piece of rope...
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Tie me up Doctor Kinkenstein,
get out your leather and whips.
Handcuff me to the leg of the table,
and put that gag upon my lips.
'Cos he's a sensual man,
and he's got wonderful nips.
Tie me up Doctor Kinkenstein,
I like it when you pull on my chains.
The way you brush up against me,
it always drives me insane.
Oh, 'cos he's a sensual man,
ooh that expensive champagne.
Look at the folks on the otherside,
we get off better than them.
We like to feel pain but we never complain-
'cos we're into BDSM.
Tie me up Doctor Kinkenstein,
drag me around by my hair.
No need to close the curtains,
they can watch us, I don't care.
'Cos he's a sensual man,
ooh, lah-di-dah mon père.
Look at the folks on the other side,
we get off better than them.
We like to feel pain but never feel ashamed-
'cos we're into BDSM.
Tie me up Doctor Kinkenstein,
you've got me begging for more.
So wrap your strong arms around me,
you can make me feel like a whore.
'Cos he's a sensual man,
he only lives next door...
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5. |
Happy Birthday Davey
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Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday, dear Davey.
Happy Birthday to you.
Yer wee b*****d!
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6. |
Santa's A Sex Criminal
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Santa he hold a rather large sack;
he holds it between his legs, not on his back.
Presents for children and grandparents too.
But you better watch out 'cos he's coming for you.
Oh, Santa's a sex criminal- can't you all see?
He comes in the night through the wind and the rain;
so open your mouth for his candy cane.
So lock all your windows and close all your doors,
'cos this is the night of the Claus on all fours.
Oh, Santa's a sex criminal- can't you all see?
Oh, Santa's a sex criminal- can't you all see?
Can't you all see?
Can't you all see?
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7. |
'Tis The Season
02:57
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God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day.
To save us all from Satan's pow'r when we were gone astray.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
Ho, ho, ho...
God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day.
To save us all from Satan's pow'r when we were gone astray.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight...
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8. |
Outside The EU
01:50
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On the 23rd of June, 2016;
the people of Great Britain made a choice.
Some who fought in vain, who suffered to no gain.
To leave or not to leave, that was the question.
Following the UK's referendum
Ms. May promised a strong and stable brexit.
This is the end of our album,
and now you can leave through the exit.
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