Ronnie Drew, Dustin the Turkey, The Saw Doctors - Spanish Lady lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen
A man after my own heart a true Dubliner
Put your hands together for Mr Ronnie Drew

As I went outthrough Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight

First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coal
In all me life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet around the soul

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Take it away, Dustin)

As I came back to Dublin City
At the hour of half past eight
Bumped into the Spanish lady
Because her bus was runnin' late

I said "Coolock" she said "James Gate"
Why don't we go for a bite to ate?
We'll be followed by a geezer
With a big grey beard
I hope he isn't one of your mates

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

As I went round old Dublin City
As the sun began to set
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
Catching a moth, in a golden net
When she spied me, quick she fled me
Lifting her petticoat o'er her knee
(Aw ya boy ye Ronnie)
In all me life I ne'er did see
A maid so gay as the Spanish lady

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(Hey Ronnie is that the Saw Doctors, is it?)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Howya boys)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(Who let yous into the studio?)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Hey, ah, Leo, outta here! This is a Dublin
Song meself and Ronnie)

No, listen, listen, listen, Dustin, listen
Listen what's that Spanish one's name?
Eh, eh, hands off I saw her first
Right on your merry way
Listen, listen I don't wanna cause any fuss
(no fuss)
Lads, I don't wanan cause any fuss (no fuss)
But would she come home with us (with us)
Bring her back on Burt's bus

Hey! Turkey! Turkey! Rubbed and stuffed
(What?) turkey! Turkey! Grilled in curry
(Hold on, stall) turkey! Turkey! Oven ready
(Would you not have a goose or
Somethin'? Or a ham sanwich, or somethin')

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(Sure what would you know about Dublin
Dustin?) whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(I'm tellin' ye me blood's blue, Ronnie)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(And what about the Theatre Royal?)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Ah, it's all the Pod now, I tell ya
And, what, we have the DART now
What did you have?)

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(We had the trams)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Ah never mind the trams)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(And what about James Joyce)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Did he play up front for Ireland?
Never remember Charlton picking him)

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(No, I tell ya I knew him ever
Before ever he was a public house)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Go on out of that, Ronnie)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(What about O'Connell Bridge?)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Ah I remember the Ha'penny Bridge when
It was a tuppenny bit)

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Ah I remember Gardiner Street when
Gardeners still lived there)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(And Leo Byrne)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Leo Byrne sure I tell ya
Pearse, Connolly and Hope Junction
They were like brothers to me)

What would you know about it? You're only a
Turkey at least I'm looking
Forward to Christmas!
Go on outta that! Hold on
Ronnie, wait for me! Wait! Come back!

How are ya? Where are ya from?
Barcelona? Bonjour! Can I walk ya home?
Listen, can you hang on
There a second please?

Lads! The bus is going!
She'll be gone while you're arguing!

Sorry, can you just hang on a second?

Lads!

I tell ya Ronnie
The only reason you're singing
On this is you
Make me look like a good singer

If you're not careful I'll
Ate ya for Christmas