LYRIC FOR SALE

By piccolo peet

As the barbecue was turning , the chefs were cutting up a pig
I saw you Irish dancing , doing the Irish jig
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The fiddlers were magically playing , as your feet begin to tap
we really love that Irish music , we don’t need any of your rap
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So if you like the black stuff , you can meet us down the pub
I met a girl called molly , and put her up the tub
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People always call us , and they think were really thick
Did you see that Michael Flatley , when he did his Irish kick

chorus
The fiddles were magically playing
as your feet begin to tap
we really love that Irish music
we don’t need any of your rap

Verse 2
From Donegal down to Boston , and then to Dublin town
All the leprechauns started dancing , followed by the clowns
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Next on to the rings of Kerry , and then to the giants steps
We really love our horse’s , paddy power loves a bet
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So if you like the black stuff , come and join us for a drink
Everybody calls us paddy's , but we are cleverer than they think
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Were on our way to Appleby , to our spiritual home
We all love Dublin city , it’s the place we call our home

chorus
The fiddlers were magically playing
as your feet begin to tap
we really love that Irish music
we don’t need any of your rap

End
So if you like the black stuff
you can meet us down the pub
I met a girl called molly
and put her up the tub
I put her up the tub