Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Over in McCann’s there’s a grand type of dance band a-playing
And they’re spinnin’ out the Continental Céilí,
They’re comin’ in their cars from the bars over in Leitir & Killane
Just to hear the famous Gunther Reynolds playing.
Out the Star of Munster with Hans O’Donoghue
Neatly tappin’ out a tango on the spoons.
Such commotion will act like a lotion on the struttin’
At the Continental Céilí tonight.
Wolfgang’s playing on the comb, someone shouts at him go home.
Klaus in playin’ a slow air on the bodhràn.
Quinn from Corofin his fiddle tucked beneath his chin. Ssh!
He’s going to play the Bucks of Oranmore now.
And an old-fashioned lady begins to sing a song.
Ah! Lads a bit of order over here.
Clarinbridge for the chowder, keep your powder dry,
For the Continental Céilí tonight.
Ciaran closing his eyes pretends he’s in disguise,
When he sees and old flame comin’ over
He’s singing for the Swedes in their tweeds doin’ all he can to please
The night’s at such a delicate stage,
Later on he’ll give an audience to one of them or two,
He’ll sing the Dyin’ Swan to touch their feelings,
Tonight’s his night and tomorrow night will be just the same.
At the Continental Céilí tonight
Ada let me out to the bar where the boys are goin’ far
And they’re spinnin’ out the Continental Ceili.
Never mind the liquor, the music’s in my soul so long
As I can hear the band a-playin’
The pipes and the flutes and the fiddles are in tune.
Whoo! I’d love to meet a European girl
Ada now me head is goin’ light and the band is playin’ tight
At the Continental Céilí tonight.
All the publicans are there, ’tis like a hirin’ fair tryin’ to figure out
How much McCann is makin’.
To keep their pubs outta Stubbs they’re lashin’ out big subs
In a burst of fierce anticipation.
Moguls from Muckhill are starin’ at the till
Tryin’ to get the lowdown on the line-up
They’ll be buyin’ free porter for the members of the band
At the Continental Céilí tonight.