47 Black Funky Ceã­lã­ (bridie`s Song) Lyrics

Funky Ceã­lã­ (bridie`s Song) Lyrics

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 ceílí 
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
ceílí 

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!" 

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 

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....