Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
I remember the show twenty one years ago,
When John Kennedy paid us a visit
Now the worlds rearranged – not improved only changed,
But our heart’s in the same place – or is it?
Chorus:
Hey Ronnie Reagan, I’m black and I’m pagan,
I’m gay and I’m left and I’m free.
I’m a non-fundamentalist environmentalist,
Please don’t bother me.
You’re so cool, playing poker with death as the joker,
You’ve nerve but you don’t reassure us
With those paranoid vistas of mad Sandinistas:
Are you really defending Honduras?
We can dig shelter holes when we’ve bartered our souls,
For Pershing and Cruise we can shovel,
While the myth of our dreams turns to nightmares, it seems:
From the White House straight back to the hovel.
Chorus
You’ll be wearing the green down at Ballyporeen.
The town of the little potato;
Put your arms around Garret and dangle your carrot.
But you’ll never get me to join NATO.
I’ve watched you for years amongst laughter
And tears as you act out your games of deception
And despite what you see there’s no welcome from me
And I firmly oppose your reception
Chorus
Now the Irish dimension has won your attention
I’m askin’ myself what’s your game:
Do your eyes share the tears of our last fifteen years
Or is that just a vote-catchers gleam?
Your dollars may beckon, but I think we should reckon,
He cost of accepting your gold;
If you get your way, what a price we must pay.
What’s left if our freedom is sold?
Chorus