Casey - Live

If it's drink you want and plenty of feeding
 And you like the bed as well
 Grab the wife, throw the kids in the Datsun
 Make for Inch and the Strand hotel
 If talk of turf drives you crazy
 And you can't face a bale of hay
 Make for Foley's work the topshelf talk puck, pints and the GAA
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 Casey, Casey you're the divil
 When you get behind the wheel
 It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs
 When your Firestones they did feel
 Oh the low road goes from Killorglin all the way down to Annascaul
 When Casey came to guide us he never used his brakes at all
 A trail of sheepdogs littered Kerry from Killorglin to Macroom
 He might have been all soul's salvation but he also was the sheep dog's doom
 From the holy dioceses of Galway Eamonn went to London town
 Where the traffic cops out on their duty they overtook and flagged him down
 As he was tearing after luncheon around the city like a loon
 Regardless to his rank and station they forced him to blow up their auld balloon
 Geographically he was in limbo faced with justice true and true
 No obligations were accepted he was rightly up the flue
 No bolt of lightning from the heaven could remove the boys in blue
 Well he wished the force that had worked at Cana would turn his wine into water too
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 When Ronnie Reagan came to Ireland all the wankers made a great furore
 But Eamonn remembered bishop Romero said he'd even up the score
 Casey Casey said "God willin' I'll meet Reagan on the road
 Niall O'Brien will hear his confessions when I've taught him the Green Cross Code"
 Casey Casey you're the right man to teach them Yankees right from wrong
 If it wasn't for yourself and Reagan there wouldn't be much to Martin Egan's song
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