THE LONG WEEKEND (Paul O’Brien)
A song about going back to your roots.
Now the wife started getting romantic,
And asked me to show her I cared
I suggested a break in the country
Where I went to when I was being reared
Then I got out the black and white pictures
She laughed at the “mother and child”
And me dagger and me dressed as Tarzan
Got her all worked up and wild
SO I GOT OUT MY BEAVER CLUB BADGES
AND PINNEN THEM ON ALL IN A ROW
IF YOUR MOT’S IN NEED OF DIVARSION
THERE’S A PLACE DOWN IN MOSNEY I KNOW
So last weekend we went down to Butlins
It was just like when I was a lad
When we’d go with me aunties and uncles
As well as me ma and me da
I packed up me toothbrush and sandals
A couple of jocks and a shirt
And a pair of me best baggy trousers
In a big shopper bag from Quinnsworth
SO GET OUT YOUR BEAVER…
We went for a jant on the ghost train
For a terribly frightening ride
Some go-boys from Fatima Mansions
Were running ‘round wild loose inside
They demanded we gave them our money
They were shaping and acting quite hard
But they came off the worst in the ruction
When they tried taking the mot’s credit card
I’d a goo on for murdering Guinness
So I brought her to Dan Lowry’s Bar
She didn’t need too much persuasion
She’s loves an ould sup and a jar
I had seven pints and a chaser
She stuck to the ould Babysham
She laughed and called me a waster
When I threw up in some bloody kid’s pram
We ended up getting deported
And forcibly put on the train
They promised us crucification
If we ever tried coming again
So the next time that we take a vacation
We’ll have to go further away
So we’re going off to Fort Ventura
To celebrate next Paddy’s Day