There is a place in Ireland, Where it's said they can polish a turd. With rags and Vim; On spits they spin; With nosepegs on, The ladies smooth; With deftful fingers, And lightening moves,
The bad news came in spoken words Absurdities in deadpan tones My manners saved me from myself 'Well thanks,' I said, 'for all your help.' While inward beat a heavy drum
An illicit bang with Barry On his spotless kitchen floor His powerful Squirt Zero dirt What lady could want more? I've been watching you Barry Scott I know where you live
Do you have a wandering mind? Are you one of the vacant kind? Do you drift and float away, When you're boss has something important to say? Take it from me there's no disgrace
