Back In The Ould Country - Tom Robinson

I had Guinness with a Hot Press photographer in a Dublin pub

He wore a crucifix and a short fat beard

Showed me pictures of Gavin Thursday, Three Men And A Dog

With the Joshua Duo stood around looking weird

Met a Sid Vicious lookalike and he was six foot four

Had spikes on his dog collar made of solder

He was sitting in Bewley’s caff in a dirty old gaberdine mac

He was 17 but he looked about ten years older, that was

Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country

Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country

10 AM one Sunday, Diceman hadn’t been near his bed

And he was gargling creme de menthe just to keep awake

He’d been rolling through night, and got ossified in Sides

He look so smashed and happy it made my day, that was

Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country

Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country

Headed into Limerick on the Clonmel road

In a beat-up rented Nissan with no brakes

Saw a Garda on the beat with two size 13 feet

Ten convent girls and a nun on roller skates, that was

Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country

Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country