Christy Moore - Casey lyrics
[Christy Moore - Casey lyrics]
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
Casey, Casey you're the devil
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
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
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
Casey, Casey you're the devil
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
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