Plastic Paddy Songtext
von Eric Bogle

He′s just a plastic Paddy
Singing plastic Paddy songs
In a plastic Paddy pub
That they call the Blarney Stone

There's plastic shamrocks on the wall
There′s Guinness and green beer
And a sign in Gaelic above the bar
Which says "God bless all here"

His guitar sounds like a war drum
And it's out of tune at that
His singing voice it ranges
From F sharp to F flat

He's just desecrated the Holy Ground
With his bar black velvet band
Sang seven nights drunk and now he′s
Sung the Irish Rover with all hand


′Cause he's just a plastic Paddy
Singing plastic Paddy songs
In a plastic Paddy pub
That they call the Blarney Stone

There′s Aer Lingus posters everywhere
Showing pretty Irish scenes
All peaceful and idyllic
And very bloody green

He's done awful things to Molly Malone
And the fair rose of Tralee
He′s murdered Carrickfergus
And poor old Mother Machree

He's thrashed his way through Galway Bay
And the Wild Irish Rose
And if he starts singing Danny Boy
I′m gonna punch him in the nose


When Irish eyes are smiling
And the mountains of Mourne
In a search for Celtic cliché
The man has left no stone unturned
Till he embarks upon the harp
That once through Tara's halls
Accompanied himself on the bodhrán
Which takes a lot of courage

'Cause he′s just a plastic Paddy
Singing plastic Paddy songs
In a plastic Paddy pub
That they call the Blarney Stone

Now he′s just sung in his mother tongue
The ancient Irish erst
And cleared the pub completely
By the forty second verse

'Cause he′s just a plastic Paddy
Singing plastic Paddy songs
He started singing Danny Boy
So it's time that I was gone

And just one thought comes to my mind
As I stagger through the door
Where are you when we need you Christy Moore?
Where are you when we need you Christy Moore?