Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Oh, Hercules the Bear, was a famous T.V. star,
He was makin’ adverts for the S.T.V.
He could wrestle in the ring, but alas, he could nay sing
So in despair he threw himself in tay the sea
He swam till by and by, he had reached the Isle of Skye
And like other tourists headed for Portree
But, a singin’ dentist there, gave him tooth ache in his ear
So he turned aroond and right back in the sea
Chorus:
Oh, Hercules the Bear, was a famous T.V. star,
And all the world had heard aboot it now
You never will be poor at your cage at Sherifmuir
So me fortune shine upon your curly power
Now, Hercules was sad that his singin’ was so bad
When thought of all the pleasure he could bring
He knew he could be big, if he got on Thing-a-me-jig
Wi’ all the other bears who could’na sing
Now, the wee (cew ca’dun’s Laird(?) and said, “Divinely stared.”(?)
While Fran and Anna simply drove him wild
And even Tom and Jack, could’nae bring Big Hercie back
Wi’ his rendering of Anybody’s Child
Chorus
People came from far and near, to try and catch the bear
There must been a thousand more or less
But, Hercules had gone to compose a different song
And tae visit wi’ his cousin in Loch Ness
Now Newis(?) North Isle he surrendered wi’ a smile
For twenty-two days he had been free
But we know with a doubt, why big Hercie opt it out
He’d a better offer from the BBC
Chorus