DeValera

by

Bren Vaughan

(to the tune of Lola by The Kinks)

I met him in a pub back at auld Puck fair
Where you drink pints of stout
and clean your pants of goats hair-ah
H-A-I-R Hair-ah
He walked up to me and he asked me to join
I asked him his name and in a deep voice he said
DeValera D-E-V-Alera DeV-DeV-DeValera

Well I'm not the worlds most patriotic guy,
but when he cursed at the Brits and gave me the eye,
Oh DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera

Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand
why he talks like a man but holds Michael's hand,
Oh DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera

Well we drank pints of guinness and talked all night,
About the bastards we were going to fight,
He picked me up and sat me on his knee,
And said little boy won't you back up me?

Well I'm not the worlds most patriotic guy,
but when cursed at the Brits and asked me to die,
Well I chose to fall for Eire,
Dev-Dev-DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera

DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera

I joined him straight away, went to the GPO,
Got shot in the knackers and fell to the floor,
I looked at him and he at me.

Well thats the way I want it to stay,
Now I'll never get a chance to roll in the hay with DeValera,
Dev-Dev-DeValera

Boys will be Rebels and Boys will be Brits,
And it's often hard to tell who to hit,
Except for DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera

Well I left home just a week before,
and I never ever killed a man before,
Dev smiled and took me by the hand,
He said, "Little boy, gonna make you a man"

Well I'm not the worlds most nationalistic man,
but I know what I am and I bet I'm a fan,
Of DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera

DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera
Dev-Dev-DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera
Dev-Dev-DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera
Dev-Dev-DeValera, Dev-Dev-DeValera
Dev-Dev-DeValera