richie kavanagh – the pothole song lyrics
[spoken intro: richie, johnny]
here’s a little song about the holiest country in all the world
holy ireland
isn’t that right johnny?
that’s right, that’s the truth, you start an i’ll join in
right johnny, here we go
[chorus: richie]
now they call us holy ireland, great big potholes everywhere
if your going out a+driving, make sure and bring the spare
ah me little back suspension, goes bobbing up and down
even though i pay me road tax, they treat me like a clown
[verse 1: richie]
there’s big ones, there’s little ones, there’s somе a duck could swim
and if you hit a bad one, you’ll soon be on the rim
you can go and gеt your puncture fixed, there’s no+one from to claim
you can ask your county councillor, but he won’t take the blame
[chorus: richie]
now they call us holy ireland, great big potholes everywhere
if your going out a+driving, make sure and bring the spare
ah me little back suspension, goes bobbing up and down
even though i pay me road tax, they treat me like a clown
[spoken interlude: richie, johnny]
now johnny, its your turn
that’s right, that’s the truth
[verse 2: johnny]
they send out a great big lorry, with three fellows in the back
a little barrel a tar and a few chipping in a sack
they’re hunting for the potholes, but they don’t get very far
after filling twenty holes, they get run out of tar
[chorus: richie]
now they call us holy ireland, great big potholes everywhere
if your going out a+driving, make sure and bring the spare
ah me little back suspension, goes bobbing up and down
even though i pay me road tax, they treat me like a clown
[verse 3: johnny]
so they head back for the depot, but they’re told to go away.the ganger man says one barrel’s supposed to last all day
now i don’t blame the council men, their back is to the wall
i blame them fancy fellows sitting down there in the dáil
[chorus: richie]
now they call us holy ireland, great big potholes everywhere
if your going out a+driving, make sure and bring the spare
ah me little back suspension, goes bobbing up and down
even though i pay me road tax, they treat me like a clown
[verse 4: johnny]
now when there’s an election, they’ll come knocking at your door
says you i remember you, you were here before
you said ya’d fill the potholes, you treat me like a goat
if you fill up the potholes, then i’ll give you me vote
[chorus: richie]
now they call us holy ireland, great big potholes everywhere
if your going out a+driving, make sure and bring the spare
ah me little back suspension, goes bobbing up and down
even though i pay me road tax, they treat me like a clown
[outro: johnny]
even though you pay your road tax, they treat you like a clown
that’s the truth
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