Someone knocked this morning
They wanted to come in
They rang and rang the doorbell
I thought and scratched my chin
I hope it's not the Garda
They have no time for us
Except when they had something
They wanted to discuss
Well, I peeped out through the curtains
And saw that I was right
It was a black Mariah
And they were sittin' tight
My brothers sleeping upstairs
They didn't seem to hear
Them banging down the front door
I thought that rather queer
It's a bad time Garda
The house' an awful sight
It's a bad time Garda
Come back tomorrow night
It's a bad time Garda
The kitchen is a sin
You picked a bad time Garda
We'll get some biscuits in
Someone's running round upstairs
Reluctant to descend
Ma and Da are shouting
'You've brought them back again'
At least its not the special branch
The Peelers of today
Flash their guns and take your sons
And you would have no say
Well, my brother's there in his underwear
It's cold as it can be
He's hanging out the window
I'd rather him than me
It's a bad time Garda
The house' an awful sight
It's a bad time Garda
Come back tomorrow night
It's a bad time Garda
The kitchen is a sin
You picked a bad time Garda
We'll get some biscuits in
We'll get some biscuits in
We'll get some bickys in
For you, for you, for you

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