If it's drink you want and plenty of feeding And you like the bed as well Grab the wife, throw the kids in the Datsun Make for Inch and the Strand hotel If talk of turf drives you crazy And you can't face a bale of hay
Make for Foley's work the topshelf talk puck, pints and the GAA
Casey, Casey you're the divil When you get behind the wheel It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs When your Firestones they did feel
Oh the low road goes from Killorglin all the way down to Annascaul When Casey came to guide us he never used his brakes at all A trail of sheepdogs littered Kerry from Killorglin to Macroom He might have been all soul's salvation but he also was the sheep dog's doom
From the holy dioceses of Galway Eamonn went to London town Where the traffic cops out on their duty they overtook and flagged him down As he was tearing after luncheon around the city like a loon Regardless to his rank and station they forced him to blow up their auld balloon
Geographically he was in limbo faced with justice true and true No obligations were accepted he was rightly up the flue No bolt of lightning from the heaven could remove the boys in blue Well he wished the force that had worked at Cana would turn his wine into water too
Casey, Casey you're the divil When you get behind the wheel It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs When your Firestones they did feel
When Ronnie Reagan came to Ireland all the wankers made a great furore But Eamonn remembered bishop Romero said he'd even up the score Casey Casey said "God willin' I'll meet Reagan on the road Niall O'Brien will hear his confessions when I've taught him the Green Cross Code"
Casey Casey you're the right man to teach them Yankees right from wrong If it wasn't for yourself and Reagan there wouldn't be much to Martin Egan's song
Casey, Casey you're the divil When you get behind the wheel It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs When your Firestones they did feelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
