Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funky Ceili (Bridie's Song), artist - Black 47. Album song A Funky Ceili, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняDate of issue: 31.01.2011
Record label: BLK
Song language: English
Funky Ceili (Bridie's Song) |
| Bridie was teachin' out in Carysfort |
| I was workin' in the bank |
| 2 paycheques every Friday |
| And a Morris Minor out the back |
| But I was mad for jigs and reels |
| Drinkin' dirty big pints of stout |
| When the Bank of Ireland gave me the boot |
| They said «Don't let the door hit your arse, on the way out.» |
| Fiddlee diddlee deidely dee |
| I was born to play the funky ceili |
| Over the seas and far away, off to Ameri-kay |
| Fiddlee diddlee deidely dee |
| Where the wild, wild women were waitin' for me |
| Think of me Bridie whenever you see me there on your MTV |
| I love you, a cushla, but how could I be |
| Without me punky funky ceili |
| Bridie broke down and started to bawl |
| When I told her about me divorce from the bank |
| She said «I've got news of me own, a stor, |
| I’m 2 months late, it’s not with the rent» |
| She said I’d have to be tellin' her Da |
| So we drove the Morris Minor to Cork |
| The ould fella said «You've got two choices, |
| Castration, or a one way ticket to New York!» |
| Oh Bridie, what can I do girl |
| Fiddlee diddlee deidely dee |
| I was born to play the funky ceili |
| Over the seas and far away, off to Ameri-kay |
| Where the wild, wild women were waitin' for me |
| Think of me Bridie whenever you see me there on your MTV |
| I love you, a cushla, but how could I be |
| Without me punky phunky funky ceili |
| So here I am up on Bainbridge Avenue |
| Still in one piece but glad I’m alive |
| Drinkin' dirty big glasses of porter |
| Playin' me jigs and me reels and me slides |
| Think of you, Bridie, whenever I’m sober |
| Which isn’t too often, I have to confess |
| Take good care of the Morris Minor |
| Bad luck to your Da |
| And give the baby a great big kiss… |
| From his Daddy in the Bronx |
| Fiddlee diddlee deidely dee |
| I was born to play the funky ceili |
| Over the seas and far away, off to Ameri-kay |
| Fiddlee diddlee deidely dee |
| Where the wild, wild women were waitin' for me |
| Think of me Bridie whenever you see me there on your MTV |
| I love you, a cushla, but how could I be |
| Without me punky phunky funky ceili |
| Oh Bridie, I’m still crazy about you, girl |
| Does the baby look like me, Bridie? |
| Has he got red hair and glasses? |
| Oh, Bridie, sell the Morris Minor |
| Come on out to America, girl |
| The pubs never close over here |
| I’ve got a palace up on Bainbridge Avenue |
| I’ve got the biggest bed in the world, girl, |
| We can stay in it and make babies forever |
| Oh Bridie |
| Oh Bridie |