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Plastic
Paddy
-Eric Bogle
Whoop! that diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! that diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! that diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! that 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 chiché, the man has left no stone unturned
'Til he embarks upon the harp that once through terraced halls
Accompanying himself on the Bodhrán, 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?
*************
Note: Christy Moore is a popular folk singer in the UK and Europe, but probably not well known in the US.
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