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lirik lagu more more bull – dustin the turkey

ah, another day
i woke up in snotser’s gaff in gardiner street
rotten smell of fart in the place so i headed off for a stroll

walking up parnell street, said h*llo to a couple of the locals
“how are ya moses?” “how are ya ned?”

walked up o’connell street to the spike
set up me official mary harney spike toothpick stall
got moved on by the guards

up here because they couldn’t get work back home in the bog
movin’ on an honest dub trying to make a decent wage
still, it must be scary for them up here with all the cars and electricity
stuff they haven’t seen before, ha
the smell of benjy off them too

jumped on the luas, heard it was going to tallaght
jumped off the luas
went to the british embassy, or the jervis street centre as it’s called

snuck past kfc, can’t be too careful there
went to argos but moved on after the first three hours queuin’

saw your man the hat, paddy o’gorman on me way out
boring the heads off some auld one
“ah will you leave them alone, paddy? life’s hard enough for them!”
on down to abbey street, spotted ray d’arcy and ian dempsey
had to hide behind the bin
be there for days, what with them begging me for their old jobs back
nice to see the two of them getting on at last, though

over the ha’penny bridge and into temple bar
a geordie hen night, looked light twelve gazzas in dresses

nearly got run over by three skateboarders at the central bank
down to trinity college, offered to do a nice tarmac job on them old cobblestones
got chucked out, “book of kells, my bum”

walked up to grafton street, got checked out by a few honeys
gave them me number, said meself and farmler would see them later in raynard’s, the junior disco

went to brown thomas, “get out you, you’re bard”
thank god for that, the prices you charge

stuck me head into dail éireann to see bertie
wasn’t there, must’ve been off at the opening of an envelope somewhere

down baggot street, nearly got run over again by a skateboarder outside the bank
bleedin’ bankers the lot of them

turned up raglan road, saw george murphy up looking for luke kelly
poor fool, i didn’t have the heart to tell him
cut through the b*llsbridge, past the royal dustin society
“how’re ya horse?”

went into rté, saw g*y byrne heading out this early
“how’re ya graybo?” forgotten, but not gone

went into the canteen, saw the two blokes from the afternoon show having a bit of a nosebag
sound pair of lads, they are

went up to me studio, past twink’s dressing room
said h*llo to shamrock rovers on their way out
didn’t know she was a fan
“go on tha hoops!”

did me show, the dustin daily news
jumped into the limo and heading out for the night with bottler, bono and fintan
the good, the bad and the ugly as i call them

“where to?” “to the top, driver!”
the very top

- dustin the turkey

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