To Tipperary, that's where our gig was tonight.
For the wedding of a cousin of our guitar player.
So the room was full of musicians and singers and such.
And it turned into a kinda Irish hoolie.
Which meant that I ended up being the M.C.
And didn't have to sing so much.
Which was ok with me 'cos it meant that I could have some beers!
And still get payed.
AND it wasn't my turn to drive the band wagon tonight.
Which was ok with me. 'Cos I could have some beers.
And fun was had by all.