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Miss Ireland Knows
Posted by Old Boy
I heard it on the radio
That we’re improvised once again
I heard it on the radio
That
Miss Ireland knows
Cause she can’t buy
Any clothes
Oh
Miss Ireland Knows
The boys from sprout are here to foreclose
And move us to a land undisclosed
And those that stay will have to pay
A penal penalty dear
For Miss Ireland knows
The country is short on dough
Cause she can’t buy any clothes
Oh Miss Island knows
The Govermnent calls on the Telephone
Ireland calling sprout Zone
Ireland calling
The meltdown has come
Fill the bowl
Fill the bowl
For the money is gone
And the Tombstones of the poor
Have disappeared
To be sold in Kenmare
For miss Ireland knows
The country is short on dough
Cause she can’t buy any clothes
Oh
Miss Ireland knows
The men are drinking pints of bitter tears
And tasting the ashes of decay and arrears
Verbalizing into unhearing ears
Coursing through their veins are cries of desperation
Witnessing the closing doors of desolation
Oh how the river cascades full of trials and tribulations
Oh how the river flows
Deep down in their souls
They know fear is on the march
For they are afflicted by a fiscal tightrope
From whose scorn their is no hope
Can they escape to grow old?
Without the serfdom of being controlled
Let’s have revolution
Let’s have a new constitution
Let’s flee through the trap door
To find the allure
Of The elusive Cote D’Or
All that my friends
Is true
For
Miss Ireland knows
The country is short on dough
Cause she can’t buy
Any clothss
Oh
Miss Ireland Knows