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Black 47
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Funky Céilà (Bridie's Song)
Bridie was teaching out in Carysfort I was working in the bank 2 pay checks every Friday And a Morris Minor out the back
But I was mad for jigs and reels Drinking dirty big pints of stout When the Bank of Ireland gave me the boot They said, 'Don't let the door hit your ass On the way out'
Fiddlee, diddlee, deidely, dee I was born to play the funky céilà Over the seas and far away, off to America Fiddlee, diddlee, deidely, dee Where the wild, wild women were waitin' for me
Think of me, bridie Whenever you see me there on your MTV I love you, a cushla but how could I be Without me punky, funky céilÃ
Bridie broke down and started to bawl When I told her about me divorce from the bank She said I've got news of me own a stor I'm 2 months late, it's not with the rent
She said I'd have to be tellin' her da Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So we drove the Morris Minor to Cork The ould fella said 'You've got two choices Castration or a one way ticket to New York'
So here I am up on Bainbridge Avenue Still in one piece but glad I'm alive Drinking dirty big glasses of porter Playin' me jigs and me reels and me slides
Think of you, Bridie, whenever I'm sober Which isn't too often, I have to confess Take good care of the Morris Minor Bad luck to your da And give the baby a great big kiss From his daddy in the Bronx
Oh Bridie, I'm still crazy about you, girl Does the baby look like me, Bridie? Has he have red hair and glasses? Oh, Bridie, sell the Morris Minor Come on out to America, girl
The pubs never close over here I've got a palace up on Bainbridge Avenue I've got the biggest bed in the world, girl We can stay in it and make babies forever
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