dedalus Posted August 23, 2011 Share Posted August 23, 2011 I left Ireland, not in the least unwillingly, First at the canter and then at the gallop, Not for boring blah-blah economic reasons, No, to get away from the women! Hang about, And you’d end up married to one of them! Look at my cousins. Look at everybody! Well, don’t. If it’s cash you’re after you’d still go to America. Capitalism on the hoof: Hong Kong with English only, And all you need is to play golf and be White, Thump your chest and say, God’s Own Country! They’re such heaving hypocrites, they’ll never never Call your bluff. It’s a fuckin doddle, so it is. Downside is, they’re always having a war on the go, Which is how the real money comes rolling in. But never never never go on the fiddle with taxes. Pay them off and they’ll leave you blissfully alone. It’s so simple, dear God, it’s almost a crime. Me, I went to Japan. Are you cracked or what? I remember being asked that, almost continuously, By tubby balding idiots with spritely Irish wives. Spritely. Sweet weeping Jesus. Assay a bashful grin, Nibble at the rock-hard scone, don’t spit out the tea, And hope the pubs stays open. Some pub is always open. Think of Osaka. Think of Yasuko and Sanae, Michiko, Akane, Sachiko, Rie, Rieko, Masako, Mari, Tomoko, Tomoe! You can get a hard-on just from reciting their names. So svelte and slim, so smooth-skinned, so non-Catholic! So entirely free from sin. Sin? We say bad manner. You should come back home, boy, and settle down! Get away from me, yeh baldy fuckin clown, I can think of three hundred reasons and more For leaving Dublin Town. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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