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rubberbandits – up da ra lyrics

monty?
yeah?

it’s like this now.
i want you to go up the north next sat*rday night.
and i want you to take to of your best mates with you.
car and all now is on the dock waiting for you.
there’s three guns in the boot of the car.
and i want no messing
and i want you to blow away two paratroopers.

yeah, we’re gonna give you a lesson now in irish history.
for over three hundred years,
the british army have oppressed the irish people.
it all started with the great potato famine of 1916,
when the british took all of our food,
and when we were took weak and too starving to fight,
they stole the seven counties in ulster.
so eamonn de valera rode to london on the back of a horse,
to punch the queen into the jaw,
as a symbol.
she locked him in jail for a hundred years,
and he smeared his own sh*t on the wall and starved to death.

ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
paul mcgrath, take off your bra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
cantona, you’re a spa!

fast forward to 1974, when sean south from garryowen starved a dog out his back garden for seventeen years.
him and that dog sailed over to england on a ship made out of coffins.
he trained the dog to make sh*t of the queen,
and to punch her into the jaw,
as a symbol.
but he was caught in the car park of buckingham palace,
and jailed for a hundred years.
but he smeared his own sh*t on the wall, and he starved to death,
like so many before him.

ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
paul mcgrath, take off your bra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
cantona, you’re a spa!

and so,
paddy irishman went over to london to box the queen into the mouth.
he had a load of condoms filled with petrol,
and a sword made out of hash
that he sellotaped to the steering wheel of his mother’s face.
he met the queen in the car park of buckingham palace,
and he cleverly locked her into the boot of an opel corsa.
in that boot,
she smeared the walls with sh*t,
and the queen starved to death.
and that’s how the irish republic was wan!

(break it down)
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
paul mcgrath, take off your bra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
cantona, you’re a spa!

be proud to be irish.
don’t ever let no-one tell not to be proud to be irish.
the british mon-arky insists… wants to keep us not knowing about our f**king heritage. but it’s all over the place.
they celebrate f**king st. patrick’s day in maaalta, like, you know what i mean?
if the queen ever came to this country,
i’d chase her around a field with dog sh*t on the end of a golf club,
i swear to god.
and to all the patriots who have died before in the irish wars?
i know you’re up in heaven smoking a joint with tupac and bob marley,
chalk it down! yah!

ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
paul mcgrath, take off your bra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
ooh, aah! up the ra!
cantona, you’re a spa!

yeah, kicking it straight, 2008, limerick g-funk style!
lash this one out, now, caaaaar?
smoking a joint, have you got any pins spots now, boys, have ya?
yah, you know what i’m talking about!
now, we’re gonna list out some of the boys that are in the ira.
you ready for this sh*t?

marty whelan! he’s in the ra!
colin farrell! he’s in the ra!
george lucas! he’s in the ra!
tony cascarino! he’s in the ra!
mick jagger! he’s in the ra!
robert de niro! he’s in the ra!
quentin tarantino! he’s in the ra!
terry phelan! he’s in the ra!
dr. dre! he’s in the ra!
you’re man in the da vinci code! he’s in the ra!
winona ryder! he’s in the ra!
kofi annan! he’s in the ra!
mich*lle pfeiffer! he’s in the ra!
the rubberbandits! we’r in the ra!
the rubberbandits! we’r in the ra!
the rubberbandits! we’r in the ra!
the rubberbandits! we’r in the ra!
the rubberbandits! we’r in the ra!
the rubberbandits! we’r in the ra!
the rubberbandits! we’r in the ra!

the rubberbandits are in the ira.
i’m telling you now, we are in the ira, we are the ira, you know what i mean, yeah?
do you know the ira like? that’s us!
we’re in the ra, don’t ever not forget it, like?


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