Intro
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[Verse 1]
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Bridie was teaching out in Carysfort
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I was working in the bank
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Two paychecks every Friday
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And a Morris Minor out the back
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But I was mad for jigs and reels
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Drinking dirty big pints of stout
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When the Bank of Ireland gave me the boot
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They said, "Don't let the door hit your arse
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On the way out"
[Chorus]
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Fiddlee, diddlee, deidely, dee
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I was born to play the funky céilí
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Over the seas and far away, off to Americay
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Fiddlee, diddlee, deidely, dee
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Where the wild, wild women are waitin' for me
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Think of me, Bridie
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Whenever you see me there on your MTV
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I love you, acushla, but how could I be
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Without me punky, funky céilí
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[Verse 2]
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Bridie broke down and started to bawl
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When I told her about me divorce from the bank
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She said "I've got news of me own a stor
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I'm two months late, it's not with the rent"
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She said I'd have to be tellin' her da
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So we drove the Morris Minor to Cork
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The ould fella said "You've got two choices
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Castration or a one way ticket to New York"
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[Chorus]
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Fiddlee, diddlee, deidely, dee
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I was born to play the funky céilí
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Over the seas and far away, off to Americay
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Fiddlee, diddlee, deidely, dee
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Where the wild, wild women are waitin' for me
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Think of me, Bridie
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Whenever you see me there on your MTV
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I love you, acushla, but how could I be
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Without me punky, funky céilí
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[Verse 3]
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So here I am up on Bainbridge Avenue
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Still in one piece but glad I'm alive
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Drinking dirty big glasses of porter
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Playin' me jigs and me reels and me slides
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Think of you, Bridie, whenever I'm sober
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Which isn't too often, I have to confess
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Take good care of the Morris Minor
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Bad luck to your da
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And give the baby a great big kiss
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From his daddy in the Bronx
[Outro]
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Oh Bridie, I'm still crazy about you, girl
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Does the baby look like me, Bridie?
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Has he got red hair and glasses?
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Oh, Bridie, sell the Morris Minor
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Come on out to America, girl
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The pubs never close over here
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I've got a palace up on Bainbridge Avenue
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I've got the biggest bed in the world, girl
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Oh, We can stay in it and make babies forever
(Fade)