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