Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song (F)lannigan's Ball, artist - Dropkick Murphys. Date of issue: 31.03.2008
Song language: English
(F)lannigan's Ball |
| In the town of Milton |
| One Brian Flannigan battered away till his money was spent |
| Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again |
| Bought a three decker with two floors for rent |
| He threw a big party for friends and relations |
| At a grand old place called Florian Hall |
| And if you’ll just listen I’ll make your eyes glisten |
| To the rows and the ructions of Flannigan’s ball |
| Six long months I spent in Quincy |
| Six long months doing nothing at all |
| Six long months I spent in Quincy |
| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |
| Free beer on tap and wine for the ladies |
| Ziti and sauce for Mark Porzio |
| There were Faheys and Bradys |
| Mcauliffes and Dalys courtin the girls and dancing away |
| Brian Tully sang out in his finest form |
| The patron’s responded and I lead em all |
| I’d spent 6 months at Forbes Academy |
| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |
| Six long months I spent in Quincy |
| Six long months doing nothing at all |
| Six long months I spent in Quincy |
| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |
| The boys were hammered the girls were hearty |
| Dancing around in couples and groups |
| An accident happened, young Dennis Flemming |
| Put his right leg through Miss Finneran’s hoops |
| This gal she fainted and cried bloody murder |
| Called for her sons and gathered them all |
| Christopher swore he’d go no further |
| Till he had revenge at Flannigan’s ball |
| Six long months I spent in Quincy |
| Six long months doing nothing at all |
| Six long months I spent in Quincy |
| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |
| In the midst of the melee Miss Collins fainted |
| Her cheeks by now were as red as a rose |
| Some of the boys declared she was plastered |
| Had a small drop too much, I suppose |
| Young Scotty Jenkins so big and able |
| Saw his fair Colleen stretched by the wall |
| Tore the left leg from under the table |
| And smashed all the dishes at Flannigan’s ball |
| Boy oh boy now this was a rumble |
| Myself took a lick from mean Ricky Green |
| But I soon replied to that fine introduction |
| And gave him a terrible kick in the spleen |
| Talent the piper nearly got strangled |
| They squeezed on his bellows, chanters and all |
| The girls in the middle nearly got trampled |
| And that put an end to Flannigan’s ball |
| Six long months I spent in Quincy |
| Six long months doing nothing at all |
| Six long months I spent in Quincy |
| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| I stepped out and I stepped in again |
| Learning to dance for Flannigan’s ball |