Shania Twain

"That Don't Impress Me Much"

I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
 But you've got being right down to an art
 You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
 You're a regular original, a know-it-all
 Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
 Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

 Okay, so you're in the RA
 That don't impress me much
 So you got the Semtex but have you got the touch
 Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
 But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
 That don't impress me much
 I never knew a guy who carried a Armalite in his pocket
 And a knife up his sleeve-just in case
 And that Baklaklava over your hair oughtta lock it
 'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place
 Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
 Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

 Okay, so you're in the UFF
 That don't impress me much
 So you got the Pipe Bomps but have you got the touch
 Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
 But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
 That don't impress me much
 You're one of those guys who likes shoot people in the knees
 You make me take off my shoes before you do my ankles in
 I can't believe you kiss your Cock at night
 C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right!
 Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
 Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

 Okay, so you're in the PSNI
 That don't impress me much
 So you got the Cuffs but have you got the touch
 Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
 But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
 That don't impress me much
 You think you're a Freedon Fighter but have you got the touch
 Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
 But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
 That don't impress me much
 Okay, so what do you think you're Gerry Adams or something...?
 Oo-Oh-Oh
 That don't impress me much!
 Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-No

 Alright! Alright!
 You're Paisley!
 The Pope maybe.
 Steve Nolan.
 Whatever!
 That don't impress me much!

Louis Ignorant-strong

I see mass starvation,
Nuclear bombs.
I see carpet bombing,
For me and you.
And I think to myself,
When's that pizza ready?

I see HIV,
And child soldiers.
Shooting Klasnicovs,
Into the sky.
And I think to myself,
Better go put the heating on.

The colours of the fireball,
so pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces,
Of the racists going by.
I see rioters chuckin bricks,
yellin', "I HATE YOU!"
They're really sayin', "I GENUINLY FUCKING HATE YOU!"

I hear cars crashing,
I watch them burn.
They'll overturn,
then skid to a hault.
And I think to myself,
Better book the MOT.
Yes, I think to myself,
Hope my car passes it's MOT.....

Oh yeah...

Pussio - Pussy Cat's Paradise

Verse 1
As I prowl through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nuttin' left
‘Cause I've been scratchin’ and purrin’ so long that
Even my owner thinks that my mind is gone
 But I ain't never crossed a Blue Tit that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you lickin’ and where you rollin’
Or you and your homies might be lined in biscuits
 I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
As they tweet I see myself in the scratched up fluff, fool
I'm the kinda C the little kittys wanna be like
On my paws in the night, sayin’ Meow's in the street light

Chorus
We've been sleeping most our lives
Living in the Pussy Cat's Paradise
We've been sleeping most our lives
Living in the Pussy Cat's Paradise
We keep sleeping most our lives
Living in the Pussy Cat's Paradise
We keep sleeping most our lives
Living in the Pussy Cat's Paradise

Verse 2
Look at the situation, they got me facin’
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strict
So I gotta be down with the fluff team
Too much David Attenbrough watchin’ got me chasin’ dreams
I'm a educated cat with Whiskas on my mind
Got my claws in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'ed out Pussy, set-trippin’ feline
And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool
Death ain't nuthin but a Vauxhall Corsa away
I'm livin’ life do-or-die-a, what can I say?
I've had nine lives, but will I live to see ten-fo'?
The way things is goin’ I don't know
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me
(Chorus)

The Rolling Stones

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I said ohhh, ohhh I'm a dirty fuckin' Prod but I like it.
I said ohh, ohhh I'm a dirty fuckin' Prod but I like it, like it, yes, I do!
Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it,
I said can't you see that this old boy has been a lonely?

Scott McKenzie - Derry/Londonderry

Scott McKenzie
Londonderry (Be Sure to Wear Some Kneepads on your Knees)

If you're going to Londonderry
Be sure to wear some kneepads on your knees
If you're going to Londonderry
You're gonna meet some mentle people there

For those who come to Londonderry
Summertime will be a riot-in there
In the streets of Londonderry
Mental people with flowers on their sash

All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion (chuckin' bricks)
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion (settin' light to cars)

For those who come to Londonderry
Be sure to wear some kneepads on your knees
If you come to Londonderry
Summertime will be a riot-in there

If you come to Londonderry
You might wanna call it Derry depending where you are

Will Smith - P.S.N.I.

Intro

Uh...
Here come the PSNI
It's the PSNI's, uhh, here come the PSNI's
Here come the PSNI
They won't let you surrender
Nah nah nah

Verse 1

The PSNI dress in black remember that
Just in case we're ever at an Interface and make contact
The title held by me -- CID.
Means what you think you saw, you did not see!
So don't blink be what was there
Is now gone, black suit with the black riot gear on
Walk in shadow, move in silence
Guard against Disident Republican violence
But yo RUC's on no Peace Process list
They straight don't exist, no names and no figerprints
Saw somethin strange, watch your back
Cause you never quite know where the PSNI's is at
Uh and...

Chorus

Here come the PSNI (PSNIIIII)
Northern Ireland defenders (oahhaooohh ohhhhh)
Here come the PSNI (PSNIIII)
They won't let you surrender
No, no, no surrender...

John Travolta / Olivia Newton - That's the job that I want

I got the dole, it's multiplyin', and I'm losin' control
Cause the money you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'

You better shape up, cause I need a job,
and my heart is set on that one
You better shape up, you better understand,
to my degree I must be true
No job left, no job left for me to do

Chorus:
That's the job that I want
(that's the job I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The job that I want (that's the job that I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The job that I want (that is the job that I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The job that I need (the job I need),
oh yes indeed (yes indeed)

If you're filled with attention to detail,
You're too shy to convey
Meditate to the dole office, feel your way

I better shape up,
cause you need a job
I need a job,
That can keep me in luxury items
I better shape up, if I'm gonna prove
You better prove, that my fate is justified
Are you sure?
Yes I'm sure down deep inside

[chorus repeats out]

Just gimme a fuckin' job yEO!!!! :D

Sak Noel - Wiki People

All day, all night [x8]
What the f*ck!?

When I went on Wikipedia and I read stuff
I told to myself: What the f*ck!?
All day, all night
All day, all night
Viva la information, viva la references
Viva los clever puzzley earth symbol
I couldn't believe what I was living
So I called my friend Johnny
And I said to him: Johnny,
Get your arse on Wikipedia!
What the f*ck!?

Johnny, are you on Wikipedia?
What the f*ck!?

When I went on Wikipedia and looked at the pictures
I told to myself: What the f*ck!?
All day, all night
All day, all night
Viva la search bar, viva la mouse-pointer
Viva los keyboard
What the f*ck!?
Viva la spacebar, viva la back button
Viva los refresh
What the f*ck!?
Viva la return key [repeat]
Viva...[repeat]

I couldn't believe what I was living
So I called my friend Johnny
And I said to him: Johnny,
Get your arse on Wikipedia,
What the f*ck!?

Johnny, get your hole on Wikipedia,
What the f*ck!?

What the f*ck!?

Over the hills and far away

Here's £67 on the dole
For those who out of bed will roll
To sign on and look for a job today
Over the hills and far away

Chorus;

O'er the hills and o'er the main
To Greece, Northern Ireland and to Spain
Peter and Martin command and we obey
Over the hills and far away

Through Java, C++ and Excel
Into the very pits of hell
We shall work and we shall stay
Over the hills and far away

[chorus]

Now though I travel far from N.I.
A part of me shall remain, bai
For you are with me night and day
*And* over the hills and far away

[chorus]

So fall in lads behind the dole
With our future black as coal
Along the road to come-what-may
Over the hills and far away

[chorus]

When ecomomic shite stalks the land
I'll nyther hold nor stay me' hand
But bugger off to win the day
Over the hills and far away

[chorus]

If I should fall to rise no more
As many dole monkeys did before
Please ask the DJ down the club to play
Over the hills and far away

[chorus]

Let property investors come and go
I'll stand ajudged by what I know
A dole monkey's life I'll ne'er gainsay
Over the hills and far away

[chorus]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71U0CPjkUyI

Tony Bennett - It's the dole life

Oh, the dole life, full of fun seems to be the ideal
Mm, the dole life lets you hide all the sadness you feel
You won't really fall in love for you can't take the chance
So please be honest with yourself, don't try to fake your job searches

It's the dole life to be free and explore the unknown
Like the heartaches when you learn you must face them alone
Please remember I still want you, and in case you wonder why
Well, just get a job, kiss the dole life goodbye...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pU-QExgydz0&feature=youtu.be

George Thorogood & The Destroyers - Prod to the Bone!

On the day I was born
DUP all gathered round
And they gazed in wild wonder
At the joy they had found
Ian Paisley spoke up
Said "leave this one alone."
He could tell right away
I was Prod to the bone

Prod to the bone
Prod to the bone
Pa Pa Pa Prod
Prod to the bone

I broke a thousand knees
Before I met you
I'll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through
I wanna be yours, pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya, woman
That I'm Prod to the bone

Prod to the bone
Prod to the bone
Pa Pa Pa Prod
Prod to the bone

I'll make a rich woman vote for the DUP
And I'll make a good woman vote for the DUP
I'll make an old woman vote for the DUP
And I'll make a young woman vote for the DUP
I wanna tell you pretty baby
What I see I make my own
I'm here to tell you pretty woman
That I'm Prod to the bone

Prod to the bone
Prod to the bone
Pa Pa Pa Prod
Prod to the bone

Now when I march the streets
Nationalists and Shinners step aside
Every woman I meet
They all stay satisfied.
I wanna tell ya, baby
What I see I make my own.
And I'm here to tell ya, pretty woman
That I'm Prod to the bone

Prod to the bone
Prod to the bone
Pa Pa Pa Prod
Prod to the bone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlwRNCnsbUg

I left my knees in Derry/Londonderry

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the Bay

I left my knees in Derry/Londonderry.
High on a wall they call to me
To be where flames of burning cars
climb halfway to the stars!
The morning smoke may pollute the air,
I don't care!
My knees wait there in Derry/Londonderry,
above the blue and windy sea.
When I come home to you, Derry/Londonderry,
your golden sun will shine for me!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfT-SCgywSY&feature=related

How d'ya like your hooch in the morning? - Dean Martin & Helen O'Connell

(H) How do you like your eggs in the morning
(D) I like mine with a Vod
(H) Boiled or fried
(D) I'm satisfied as long as I get my Vod

(H) How do you like your toast in the morning
(H) I like mine with a Rum
(H) Dark or light
(D) the world's all right as long as I get my Rum

(D) I've got to have my Hooch in the morning
(H) Or the rest of my day is positively mayhem
(D) I'm a regular monster

(H) How do you like your eggs in the morning
(D) I like mine with a Jack
(H) Up or down
(D) I'll never frown - eggs are some craic
(D) Just as long as I get my Jack

(D) How do you like your eggs in the morning
(H) how do you like your eggs in the morning
(D) I like mine with a Pint
(H) I like mine with a Pint
(D) Boiled or fried
(H) I'm satisfied
(Both) as long as I get my Pint

(H) How do you like your toast in the morning
(D) how do you like your toast in the morning
(H) I like mine with a Gin
(D) I like mine with a Gin
(H) I'm a connoisseur
(D) the world's not a blur
(Both) as long as I get my Gin

(D) I've got to have my Booze in the morning
(H) Or the rest of my day is positively mayhem
(D) I'm a regular monster

(H) How do you like your eggs in the morning
(D) With pure Ethanol
(H) Up or down
(D) I'll never frown
(Both) eggs can be a ball
(Both) Just as long as I get me Ethanol

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpBhQKwm2rY

Eric (has the) Clapton - Tears in the Dole Office

Would you know my name
If I saw you in the dole office
Will it be the same
If I saw you in the dole office
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
On the dole

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in the dole office
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in the dole office
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
On the dole

Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please

(instrumental)

Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
£50 a week


Would you know my name
If I saw you in the dole office
Will it be the same
If I saw you in the dole office
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
On the dole

Cause I know I don't belong
On the dole

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSbqm7ZK_9s&feature=related

Frank Sinatra - The girl from Ipanema

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - CORRR!!!! :P
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - COP A LOAD OF THAT! :D

(ooh) but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn’t see (doesn’t see)
(she just doesn’t see, she never sees me...)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85ysI4bwZCw

Dusty Springfield - The Smell of Shite

The smell, of shite
Is on, your breath
A smell your Lynx can't disguise

The smell, of shite
It's saying so much more
Than words could ever say
And what my nose has smelt,
Well, it takes my breath away.

I can hardly wait to hold you,
Feel my arms around you.
How long I have waited,
Waited just to put a Polo mint in your bake
Now that I have found you

[You've got]
The smell, of shite
Is on, your breath
A smell, that time, can't erase
Be mine tonight
Let this be just the start
Of so many packets of Trebour XXX like this
Let's take a Minty vow
And then seal it with a kiss (AFTER the mints!)

I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you,
How long I have waited,
Waited just to put a Tic-Tac in you mouth
Now that I have found you,
Don't ever go...
Don't ever go...

(...except to grab your Listerine mouthwash :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a28kY1-s-Vc

ABBA - Money, Money, Money

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy IRA man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...

Money, money, money
Must be funny
When you're in the Ra!
Money, money, money
Always sunny
When you're in the Ra!
Aha-ahaa
All the knees I could wreak
If I had a little money
It's a Shinners world!
It's a Shinners world!

An IRA man is hard to find but I can't get them off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he'd probably knee-cap me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
Down to the Northern Bank and rob some doe
Steal 26 million it's just a game, my life will never be the same...

Money, money, money
Must be funny
When you're in the Ra!
Money, money, money
Always sunny
When you're in the Ra!
Aha-ahaa
All the ankles I'd break
If I had a little money
It's a Shinners world!

Money, money, money
Must be funny
When you're in the Ra!
Money, money, money
Always sunny
When you're in the Ra!
Aha-ahaa
All the beatin's I'd dish out
If I had a little money
It's a Shinners world!
It's a Shinners world!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETxmCCsMoD0&ob=av2e

When a Prod loves a Cath'lic

when a prod loves a cath'lic
can't keep his mind on nothing else
he'd trade the union with britain
for a good thing he's found
if she is covered in IRA tattoos he can't see it
she can do no wrong
turn his back on his loyalist mates if he put her down

when a prod loves a cath'lic
spend his very last great british pound
trying to hold on to what he needs
he'd give up all his flute band CD's
and go to a pub on the Falls
if she said that's the way it ought to be

but the prod loves the cath'lic
i gave you everything i had
trying to hold on to your working class love
baby please dont treat my knees bad ;)

when a prod loves a cath'lic
down deep beneith his sash
she can bring him such misery
if she plays him for a fool
he's the last one to know
loving eyes can never see

when a prod loves a cath'lic
he can do her no wrong
he could never hold a protestant girl

yes when a prod loves a cath'lic
i know exactly how he feels
cause baby, baby you're my world

when a prod loves a cath'lic
i know exactly how he feels
(song fades)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQh112HQsoE

Kenny Rogers - The Property Investor

On a warm recession's evening
On the Enterprise bound for nowhere
I met up with the property investor
We were both too hyper to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the economic blackhole
The ignorance overtook us, and he began to speak

He said, "Son, I've made my life
Out of owning people's houses
Knowin' what they will be worth
By the way they held their keys
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're in negative equity
For a taste of your Buckfast
I'll give you some advice"

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "If you're gonna fuck the economy, boy
You gotta learn to do it right

You've got to know when to buy 'em
Know when to sell 'em
Know when the economies fucked
Know when to run
You never count your debts
When you're sittin' in front of the bank manager
There'll be time enough for countin'
When you've been declared bankrupt

Now every property invester knows the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to buy cheap
And knowin' what to sell at multiples of it's orignal value
'Cause every house's a winner
And every house's a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to rip as much as you can before it blows up in your face

So when he finished speakin'
He turned back for the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
Then somewhere in the economic catastrophe
The investor he finally broke even
but in his final words
I found the obvious had just been stated

You've got to know when to buy'em
Know when to sell 'em
Know when the economies fucked
Know when to run
You never count your debts
When you're sittin' in front of the bank manager
There'll be time enough for countin'
When you've been declaired bankrupt

You've got to know when to do 'em up
(When to do'em up)
Know when to build extensions on 'em
(When to build extensions on 'em)
Know when to rent 'em
Know when the economies fucked
You never count your debts
When you're sittin' in front of your wife and kids
There'll be time enough for countin'
When you've lost your job

You've got to know when to look 'em up on property website
Know when to put an offer in
Know when the economies fucked
Know when to run
You never count your debts
When you're standin' in front of the off-licence manager
There'll be time enough for countin'
When you're lyin' in the ditch

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6q2mFiN7GIc

Cranberries - Linger

If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it scuff. I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude,
It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything.

I swore, I swore it would be brown, and eggy, so did you.
So why were you holding it in? Is that the way we stand?
Were you tying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm up to my waist in shite.
You got me wrapped around your ring peice, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let your farts linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let your farts linger?

Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.

If you, if you could get by, trying not to fart,
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,
But you always really knew, I just wanna fart with you.

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm up to my neck in shite.
You got me wrapped around your ring peice, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let your farts linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let your farts linger?

And I'm in so deep. You know I'm up to my ears in shite.
You got me wrapped around your ring peice, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let your farts linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let your farts linger?

You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your ring peice, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let your farts linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let your farts linger?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6Kspj3OO0s&ob=av2e

Berlin - I've got itchy pubes

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning to some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

I've got itchy pubes..
You gave me the crabs..

Watching I keep waiting still anticipating love
Never hesitating to become the fated ones
Turning and returning to some secret place to hide
Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say

I've got itchy pubes..

Through the hourglass I saw you, in time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed I called you, and turned to hear you say
If only for today I am unafraid

I've got itchy pubes..
You gave me the crabs..

Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game
Haunted by the notion somewhere there's a love in flames
Turning and returning to some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say

I've got itchy pubes..
My love, You gave me the crabs..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DARX9nzNE3E

South Armagh 3 - Woke up this morning

You woke up this morning
Laundered some diesel,
Mama always said you'd never
Get the dye outta that!

She said: They can trace one part in a million
You're better trying chip fat oil,
But you were born under a bad sign,
Diesel - £1.30 a litre!

You woke up this morning
All the dye has gone.
Your Papa never told you,
About his time in Maghaberry Prison for laundering fuel!

But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're burnin' fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign,
Diesel - £1.30 a litre!

You woke up this morning,
Your world turned upside down.
Thing's ain't been the same,
Since the PSNI raided your farm!

They can trace one part in a million,
You've got that full 1000 gallon tank.
Born under a bad sign,
Diesel - £1.30 a litre!

When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.
By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
Like a voice telling you there was some chemistry you should know.
Last night you were flying in your car but today you're so slow
- ain't it times like these that make you wonder if
You'll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to
The others; wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and Brothers.
Don't you wish you didn't function, wish you
Didn't think beyond the next paycheck (for your laundered diesel)
And the next little drink' for yer motor
Well you do so make up your mind to go across the boarder,
'Cos when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone!

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
Mama said you'd never get the, the dye outta that!

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
Laundered yourself some diesel!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDDkCiUhHCc

Sting - Orange Man up the Falls

I don't kick with my left foot my dear,
I like my peace wall on one side.
And you can hear my Ulster Scots accent when I shout,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

See me marching down the Queen's highway,
I keep a band pole at my side.
I take it everywhere I march,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

WaaaOOh

I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.
I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

If, "Marching maketh man" as someone said,
Then he's the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer fire bombs and smile,
Be sectarian no matter what they say.

WaaaOOh

I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.
I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

Investment in property can lead to notoriety,
You could end up loosing £50k.
Unity, equal opertunity are rare in this community,
At night a fire bomb's brighter than the sun.

Takes more than riot gear to make a man,
Takes more than a baton-round for a gun.
Confront your enemies, ignore their opinions when you can,
A Orange Man will march but never run.

WaaaOOh

I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.
I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

If, "Marching maketh man" as someone said,
Then he's the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer fire bombs and smile,
Be sectarian no matter what they say. (x3)

WaaaOOh

I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man on the Falls
I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien
I'm an Orange Man on the Falls

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d27gTrPPAyk&ob=av2e

DLA Mobility Car theme tune

Revvin' up your engine,
Listen to her howlin' roar.
Metal under tension,
Beggin' you to touch and go...

Highway to the benefits!
Ride into the benefits!

Headin' into twilight,
Spreadin' out her wings tonight.
She got you jumpin' off the track,
And shovin' into overdrive...

Highway to the benefits!
I'll take you
Right into the benefits!

You'll never say hello to you,
Until you get it on the red line overload.
You'll never know what you can do,
Until you get it up as high as you can go!

Out along the edges,
Always where I burn to be.
The further on the edge,
The hotter the intensity...

Highway to the benefits!
Gonna take you
Right into the benefits!
Highway to the DOLE OFFICE!!!! >:D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8rZWw9HE7o

The Police - Fields of green-white-and-Gold

You'll remember me patroling West Belfast
Upon the fields of barbwire
You'll forget the flag on his jealous pole
As we riot in fields of green-white-and-gold

So she took her nail bomb for to wang it far
Upon the fields of barbwire
In his arms she fell as her balaklava came down
Among the fields of green-white-and-gold

Will you stay with me, will you stay for questioning
Among the fields of barbwire?
We'll forget the flag on his jealous pole
As we riot in fields of green-white-and-gold

See West Belfast go past from a land rover so
Upon the fields of barbwire
Feel her body rise when you handcuff her
Among the fields of green-white-and-gold

You never made promises (to put arms beyond use) lightly
And there have been some knees that you've broken
But I swear our day will come
We'll walk in fields of green-white-and-gold
We'll walk in fields of green-white-and-gold

Many years have passed since those summer riots
Among the fields of barbwire
See the children run as the school bus burns
Among the fields of green-white-and-gold

You'll remember me patroling West Belfast
Upon the fields of barbwire
You can tell the flag on his jealous pole
When we walked in fields of green-white-and-gold
When we walked in fields of green-white-and-gold
When we walked in fields of green-white-and-gold

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLVq0IAzh1A&ob=av2n

Talking Heads (of State) - Burning Down the Lodge

Watch out. Might get your knees done in,
Cool flute bands. Orange but not the purple,
I'm an ordinary prod.
Burning down the lodge!

Hold tight. Wait till the marching's over,
Hold tight. We're in for nasty riots,
There has got to be a way,
Burning down the lodge!

Here's a brick now pack your sash: time to lob it at the cops,
The water canon is here.
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
(at an interface),
Fightin' fire with fire!

Sash wet. Hey you might need a raincoat,
Snake down. Dreams marchin' up the Falls.
Three hun-dred six-ty 11th nights,
Burning down the lodge!

It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to the lambeg drum,
Gonna march in first place.
People on their way to work, baby what did you except,
Upturned taxi in flames!

My lodge. S'out of the ordinary,
That's might. Don't want to hurt nobody.
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet (like a plastic bullet),
Burning down the lodge!

No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin' yet,
Every drum's baten together.
I don't know what Newsline says, starring into my TV set,
Fighting fire with fire!

Burning down the lodge.

Burning down the lodge.

Burning down the lodge.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNnAvTTaJjM

Tribute

Long time ago me and my brother Ian here,
we was marchin' down a long, catholic road.
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny parades commissioner... in the middle... of the road.
And he said:
"Play the best march...ing song, or I'll redirrect you."

Well me and Ian, we looked at each other,
and we each said... "NO SURRENDER!"
And we played the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The Sash My Father Wore, it was The Sash My Father Wore!

Look into my eyes and it's easy to see
One and one makes two, two and one makes three,
It was tradition.
Once every hundred-thousand parades or so,
When the sun doth shine and the bonfires glow
And the hate doth grow... at Drumcree

Needless to say, the commissioner was stunned.
Whip-crack went his Whoopy baton,
And the commissioner was done.
He asked us: "(snort) Be you Hibernians?"
And we said, "NEVER! We are but PRODS!"
Rock!
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-ah-ah,
Ohhh, whoah, ah-whoah-oh!

This is not The Sash My Father Wore, no.
This is just a tribute.
Couldn't remember The Sash My Father Wore, no, no.
This is a tribute, oh, to The Sash My Father Wore,
All right! It was The Sash My Father Wore,
All right! It was The best muthafuckin' Sash My Father Wore.


[2-part skat]

And the peculiar thing is this my friends:
the song we sang on that 12th night it didn't actually sound
anything like this song.
This is just a tribute! You gotta believe it!
And I wish you were there! Just a matter of tradition.
Ah, fuck! Good God, God lovin',
So surprised to find you can't stop us marchin'.


[Skat]


All right! All right!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lK4cX5xGiQ&ob=av2e

Friday I get the dole

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I get the dole.

Monday you can strole around
Tuesday, Wednesday my sorrows drowned
Oh, Thursday there's no money I've found
It's Friday I get the dole.

Saturday, night!
And Sunday last cigarette I light,
But Friday and I am ready to fight...

I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - itchy crack,
Thursday, take a load of smack,
It's Friday, I draw the dole.

Monday, fickin' skint again,
Tuesday, Wednesday I'm in pain,
Or Thursday - pissed it down the drain,
It's Friday, I get the dole.

Saturday, hash!
And Sunday runnin' out of cash,
But Friday, when I make that dash...

Eattin' a loadsa pies, it's a wonderful surprise
To see your booze and your spirits rise
Spewin' up your guts, just got kicked in the nuts
It's like a pain in the hole, you can't beat the dole

Always take a big snort, won't pay my child support
Go down to the supreme court
You can never get enough, enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I GET THE BREW! :D

I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - up your crack,
Thursday, take a load of smack,
It's Friday, I draw the dole.

Monday I'm lyin' in a ditch
Tuesday, Wednesday I ain't rich
Thursday it's a loada pish
It's Friday I get the dole....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGgMZpGYiy8&ob=av3n