Plastic Paddy
-Eric Bogle
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
He`s just a Plastic Paddy, singin` Plastic Paddy songs
in a Plastic Paddy pub that they call The Blarny Stone
There`s plastic shamrocks everywhere, there`s Guinness and green beer
And a sign in gaelic above the bar which says God Bless All Here
His guitar sounds like a wardrobe, and it`s out of tune at that
His singin` voice it ranges from a sharp to a flat
He`s just desecrated The Holy Ground, ripped apart Black Velvet Band
Sang some nights drunk and now he`s sunk The Irish Rover with all hands
`Cause he`s just a Plastic Paddy, singin` Plastic Paddy songs
in a Plastic Paddy pub that they call The Blarny Stone
The publican`s a proddy Scot by the name of McIntyre
Who does not allow collections for the men behind the wire
He`s done awful things to Molly Malone and The Farrows of Tralee
He`s murdered Carach Fergus and poor old Mother Machree
He`s just thrashed his way through Galway Bay and The Wild Irish Rose
and if he starts singing Danny Boy, I`m gonna punch him in the nose!
He`s just a Plastic Paddy, singin` Plastic Paddy songs
in a Plastic Paddy pub that they call The Blarny Stone
There`s Aer Lingus posters everywhere showing pretty Irish scenes
all peaceful and idyllic, and very bloody green!
When Irish Eyes are Smiling and The Mountains of Mourne
In a central Celtic chich, the man has left no stone unturned
`Til he embarks upon the harp that once through terraced halls
Accompanying himself on the Bodhrn, which takes a lot of courage
`Cause he`s just a Plastic Paddy, singin` Plastic Paddy songs
in a Plastic Paddy pub that they call The Blarny Stone
Now he`s just sung in his mother tongue, The Ancient Irish Curse
and cleared the pub completely by the forty-second verse!
`Cause he`s just a Plastic Paddy, singin` Plastic Paddy songs
He`s started singin` Danny Boy, so it`s time that I was gone
and just one thought comes to my mind, as I stagger through the door
Where are you when we need you, Christy Moore?
Where are you when we need you, Christy Moore?
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Note: Christy Moore is a popular folk singer in the UK and Europe, but probably not well known in the US.
