Paroles FUNKY CEáL፠(Bridie's Song) de Black 47

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Textes et Paroles de FUNKY CEáL፠(Bridie's Song)




Bridie was teachin' out in Carysfort
I was workin' in the bank
2 pay checks every Friday
And a Morris Minor out the back
But I was mad for jigs and reels
Drinkin' dirty big pints of stout
When the Bank of Ireland gave me the boot
They said "Don't let the door hit your arse on the way out."

Fiddleeee diddleeee deidelydee
I was born to play the funky ceá­lá­
Over the seas and far away - off to America
Fiddleeee diddleee deidelydee
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 ceá­lá­

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
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
Drinkin' 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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