Christy Moore - Welcome to the Cabaret lyrics
[Christy Moore - Welcome to the Cabaret lyrics]
How's it going there everybody?
You're very welcome to this evening's cabaret
I want to thank you for
The trouble you're after taking
To come and hear me play
I know the effort that you make and all
The trouble that you have to take
When you decide you're gonna go
And see a show
Your wife says Oh, not Christy Moore
We've seen him loads of times before
And we're going to miss Gay Byrne
On the Late Late Show
Well there's people here upon my word
From every corner of the world
Portarlington Portlaoise and Tullamore
From Two Mile House and Poulaphouca
From Blacktrench Cutbush and Boolea
Such a crowd I've never seen before
Well you are welcome welcome everyone
Special branch you're on the run
Fine Gael, Fianna Fail or Sinn Fein
When the elections are all over
We'll all be pushing up clover
And everyone in the graveyard votes the same
My belly thought my throat was cut
And all the restaurants were shut as
I was driving out through Kinnegad
So I drove on to Mother Hubbard's where
I saw a swarm of truckers
And I said to myself this
Place doesn't look too bad
In came a 40ft lorry leaking lines of slurry
And the king of the road jumped
Down and he said to me
Hey John, don't I know your face
Are you Paddy Reilly or Brendan Grace?
Are you Mary Black or Freddy White says he
Wait til I tell you what happened to me today
I was coming up the dual carriageway
Half a mile the far side on Naas
The Irish Army, they were all over the place
So I pulled in and rolled my window down
The saighdiuiri they surrounded my
Car I thought it was the third world war
Some of the boys were throwin Shi'ite shapes
I said brigadier general what appears
To be the trouble
He said "Don't forget your shovel"
Have you any auld autographs or tapes?
I do what about the leb?
You're very welcome to this evening's cabaret
I want to thank you for
The trouble you're after taking
To come and hear me play
I know the effort that you make and all
The trouble that you have to take
When you decide you're gonna go
And see a show
Your wife says Oh, not Christy Moore
We've seen him loads of times before
And we're going to miss Gay Byrne
On the Late Late Show
Well there's people here upon my word
From every corner of the world
Portarlington Portlaoise and Tullamore
From Two Mile House and Poulaphouca
From Blacktrench Cutbush and Boolea
Such a crowd I've never seen before
Well you are welcome welcome everyone
Special branch you're on the run
Fine Gael, Fianna Fail or Sinn Fein
When the elections are all over
We'll all be pushing up clover
And everyone in the graveyard votes the same
My belly thought my throat was cut
And all the restaurants were shut as
I was driving out through Kinnegad
So I drove on to Mother Hubbard's where
I saw a swarm of truckers
And I said to myself this
Place doesn't look too bad
In came a 40ft lorry leaking lines of slurry
And the king of the road jumped
Down and he said to me
Hey John, don't I know your face
Are you Paddy Reilly or Brendan Grace?
Are you Mary Black or Freddy White says he
Wait til I tell you what happened to me today
I was coming up the dual carriageway
Half a mile the far side on Naas
The Irish Army, they were all over the place
So I pulled in and rolled my window down
The saighdiuiri they surrounded my
Car I thought it was the third world war
Some of the boys were throwin Shi'ite shapes
I said brigadier general what appears
To be the trouble
He said "Don't forget your shovel"
Have you any auld autographs or tapes?
I do what about the leb?