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- Annie's Song
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- by the man with the Golden Flute
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- Take pity on Poor Bishop Casey,
- He has really been taking some stick,
- But he could have avoided the problems,
- If he had only controlled his old prick.
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- He was known as a cowboy in Galway,
- But now he must hang up his gun,
- For shooting his load off in Kerry,
- The Bishop has gone on the run.
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- He first met his Annie in Dingle,
- He was charming and oozing with fun,
- He kissed her and whispered so softly,
- Would you like an auld cock at yer bum.
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- She stood there, aghast at his manhood,
- She said, "Eamon, it looks very small",
- My child, it isn't the size that's important,
- It's how you use it, that matters at all.
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- In excitement he threw himself on her,
- He was shouting and jumping with joy,
- And now, seventeen long years later,
- Annie gave Eamon a boy.
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- He went to the Pope for forgiveness,
- He said, "Pauly I've got to pull out",
- It's a pity you didn't pull out sooner,
- This business would not have come about.
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- You know you've created a scandal,
- And landed us all in the shit,
- Now the press will be watching the brothels,
- And we'll all have to do without our bit.
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- I would confine you to life in a convent,
- For the dastardly deed you have done,
- But in conscience I just could not do it,
- For I'm afraid you might rattle a nun.
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- Instead you are going to Russia,
- The change will be good for your soul,
- Forget about all your misfortunes,
- And forget about getting your hole.
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- So say a prayer for Poor Bishop Eamon,
- The Hell he's been through is no joke,
- And I hope he'll be wearing a condom,
- The next time he goes for a poke.
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