Black 47 - Funky Ceili Lyrics
Bridie was teachin' out in CarysfortI was workin' in the bank2 paycheques every FridayAnd a Morris Minor out the backBut I was mad for jigs and reelsDrinkin' dirty big pints of stoutWhen the Bank of Ireland gave me the bootThey said "Don't let the door hit your arse on the way out."Fiddlee diddlee deidely deeI was born to play the funky ceiliOver the seas and far away, off to Ameri-kayFiddlee diddlee deidely deeWhere the wild, wild women were waitin' for meThink of me Bridie whenever you see me there on your MTVI love you, a cushla, but how could I beWithout me punky funky ceiliBridie broke down and started to bawlWhen I told her about me divorce from the bankShe said "I've got news of me own, a stor,I'm 2 months late, it's not with the rent"She said I'd have to be tellin' her DaSo we drove the Morris Minor to CorkThe ould fella said "You've got two choices,Castration, or a one way ticket to New York!"So here I am up on Bainbridge AvenueStill in one piece but glad I'm aliveDrinkin' dirty big glasses of porterPlayin' me jigs and me reels and me slidesThink of you, Bridie, whenever I'm soberWhich isn't too often, I have to confessTake good care of the Morris MinorBad luck to your DaAnd give the baby a great big kiss....From his Daddy in the BronxOh Bridie, I'm still crazy about you, girlDoes the baby look like me, Bridie?Has he got red hair and glasses?Oh, Bridie, sell the Morris MinorCome on out to America, girlThe pubs never close over hereI've got a palace up on Bainbridge AvenueI've got the biggest bed in the world, girl,We can stay in it and make babies forever....
