Summer Madness
Summer Madness, can't stand this
Heat so I leap from the fire to where the pan is
Can't understand it too hot to handle
The candle melts on the street and so we plan trips
Caravan slips across the border
Another man gripping his hands lost reporter
Shit's out of order, petrol's been poured there
Ship comin in with seven million barrels of porter
And there's more there, it's a celebration
It's got somethin to do with the Birth of a Nation
Just another one of the many flawed creations
And the cause of the taunting the law situation
Whatever persuasion you are it's an invasion
On the cards of Nordie plate cars at the stations
Fleein the city, get the hell outta Dodge
Retreat to your cabin and feel free to lodge
A complaint or a grievance with the relevant body
See it's quaint but we're leavin coz the elements hot we
Gotta be scot-free, how can we not see
It's better forgettin all the things that we forgot see
Load up the wagon and pump up the wheels
Throw him in the Lagan if he's draggin his heels
Packin a flagon, a blue plastic bag and
A few tins of Steiger and self-righteous spiels
Appealin to reason is a futile endeavour
Repealin the seasons or the tides and the weather
Mercury rising the shit's on it's summer
It isn't surprisin when the wit's done a runner
Here comes the sun so here comes the gun show
Here comes the fun as we run up to Bundo
Funny how none of us in cars or on a bus
Need an excuse to cut loose, every one of us
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
March to the tune of a different drum
But we're all of us in a group when the holidays come
Winged to the dick on a beach in Ibiza
Talkin about how all that shit is beneath ya
I'm pleased to meet ya and ya seem like a gent
A scholar, no bother, rest your feet in my tent
We're meant to feel enmity but I can't pretend to be
Enemies right now I'm wiped out I'm tellin ye
Sellin each other some drugs on the reg
And we're yellin at each other in clubs over fegs
Sleggin each other for toasters in cupboards
Coz we're both rubbered and scrubbed sure it's a geg
Francis Begbie sing a Philomena Begley medley
It shouldn't work but here the combo is deadly
Gettin all friendly but the bag's lookin empty
I'll lend ye a score and we'll get more and then we
Suck it up Henry the Hoover there's plenty
The lackin of drugs it had begun to offend me
I'm astin for trust and to the shops I would send ye
Short for the bus? I'm givin ya 10p
MPs holdin opposition in common
Drunk as a Lord and fly like a salmon
Gammon steak, look at the state of your bake
Ha! Sure I'm only rakin and it's not a mistake
Take a break from the bollocks get fucked up and blether
Snooker loopy like Alex in his fur coat and feather
If we teamed up and took them head on hell for leather
They'd see us and they'd be shook up and they'd never
Be able to beat us so they constantly sever
Our ties to defeat coz they're like that they're clever
These bastards can't keep us down forever
Drag ya kickin and screamin and here, we'll cream them together
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang, Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang and Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang and Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang, Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang, Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang and Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang, Krang and Shredder
Heat so I leap from the fire to where the pan is
Can't understand it too hot to handle
The candle melts on the street and so we plan trips
Caravan slips across the border
Another man gripping his hands lost reporter
Shit's out of order, petrol's been poured there
Ship comin in with seven million barrels of porter
And there's more there, it's a celebration
It's got somethin to do with the Birth of a Nation
Just another one of the many flawed creations
And the cause of the taunting the law situation
Whatever persuasion you are it's an invasion
On the cards of Nordie plate cars at the stations
Fleein the city, get the hell outta Dodge
Retreat to your cabin and feel free to lodge
A complaint or a grievance with the relevant body
See it's quaint but we're leavin coz the elements hot we
Gotta be scot-free, how can we not see
It's better forgettin all the things that we forgot see
Load up the wagon and pump up the wheels
Throw him in the Lagan if he's draggin his heels
Packin a flagon, a blue plastic bag and
A few tins of Steiger and self-righteous spiels
Appealin to reason is a futile endeavour
Repealin the seasons or the tides and the weather
Mercury rising the shit's on it's summer
It isn't surprisin when the wit's done a runner
Here comes the sun so here comes the gun show
Here comes the fun as we run up to Bundo
Funny how none of us in cars or on a bus
Need an excuse to cut loose, every one of us
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
March to the tune of a different drum
But we're all of us in a group when the holidays come
Winged to the dick on a beach in Ibiza
Talkin about how all that shit is beneath ya
I'm pleased to meet ya and ya seem like a gent
A scholar, no bother, rest your feet in my tent
We're meant to feel enmity but I can't pretend to be
Enemies right now I'm wiped out I'm tellin ye
Sellin each other some drugs on the reg
And we're yellin at each other in clubs over fegs
Sleggin each other for toasters in cupboards
Coz we're both rubbered and scrubbed sure it's a geg
Francis Begbie sing a Philomena Begley medley
It shouldn't work but here the combo is deadly
Gettin all friendly but the bag's lookin empty
I'll lend ye a score and we'll get more and then we
Suck it up Henry the Hoover there's plenty
The lackin of drugs it had begun to offend me
I'm astin for trust and to the shops I would send ye
Short for the bus? I'm givin ya 10p
MPs holdin opposition in common
Drunk as a Lord and fly like a salmon
Gammon steak, look at the state of your bake
Ha! Sure I'm only rakin and it's not a mistake
Take a break from the bollocks get fucked up and blether
Snooker loopy like Alex in his fur coat and feather
If we teamed up and took them head on hell for leather
They'd see us and they'd be shook up and they'd never
Be able to beat us so they constantly sever
Our ties to defeat coz they're like that they're clever
These bastards can't keep us down forever
Drag ya kickin and screamin and here, we'll cream them together
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Who's in charge of the taxis?
And who's in charge of the drugs?
Who's in charge of the beats that are blastin out on the streets
And assaultin your lugs?
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang, Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang and Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang and Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang, Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang, Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang and Krang and Shredder
Stall the ball and we'll all go together
Kool and the Gang, Krang and Shredder
Credits
Writer(s): Malachy Mcginley
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