Holy Moley Out Of Controley

Holy Moley Out Of Controley

By Paul McCann

Well the storm blew in this morning just about half past ten, 

I never saw it coming , too late to shut the gate then 

the roof took flight as the wind arrived like a bullet train .

Holy Moley , roley poley  , 

got the head staggers again .

Will you look at the state we’re in ,everything’s in a spin ,

the storm has come and now it’s time for the clean up to begin .

I look up at the dark sky  and see silver in the grey .

Holey moley , wild and woley 

sure is a stormy day.

Upside down and round and round half of the town has gone 

I’m just a man standing there in the wind trying to hang  on , 

blowing in and throwing up everythings far and near .

Holey Moley out of controley ,

wily wily’s here 

The sun’s always shinning and tomorrows another day

and the wind can take my sorrows and blow them all away .

I’ll carry on and wait until the storm has passed me by .

Holy Moley , sure and soley ,

against the wind am I...